Behind the Green Door

Behind the Green Door

Mildred A. Wirt

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Excerpt: ...picked it up and carried it closer to the window. The card was green. Her pulse quickened as she turned it over. On its face were six engraved words:

Behind the Green Door Chapter 1 PAGE

1 TROUBLE FOR MR. PARKER 1

2 A RIVAL REPORTER 12

3 TRAVELING COMPANIONS 21

4 PINE TOP MOUNTAIN 30

5 OVER THE BARBED WIRE 38

6 PENNY TRESPASSES 47

7 THE GREEN DOOR 55

8 A CODED MESSAGE 63

9 A CALL FOR HELP 72

10 LOCKED IN THE CABIN 79

11 A NEWSPAPER MYSTERY 89

12 THE GREEN CARD 97

13 AN UNKIND TRICK 105

14 A BROKEN ROD 115

15 IN THE TOOL HOUSE 123

16 A PUZZLING SOLUTION 129

17 STRANGE SOUNDS 138

18 QUESTIONS AND CLUES 146

19 PETER JASKO SERVES NOTICE 152

20 VISITORS 162

21 OLD PETER'S DISAPPEARANCE 173

22 THE SECRET STAIRS 182

23 RESCUE 189

24 HENRI'S SALON 197

25 SCOOP! 206

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