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Overview

Trixie and Diana Lynch were friends for years before Di’s family became fabulously rich. So when Di’s long-lost uncle starts ruining her social life, Di turns to her old friend for help. But Trixie thinks Uncle Monty isn’t just an annoying relative–she thinks he’s an impostor!

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Not long after her family becomes wealthy, Diana Lynch's long-lost uncle appears and starts ruining her social life, causing Trixie Belden to investigate whether Uncle Monty is an imposter out to steal the Lynch fortune.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400098996
  • Publisher: Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/22/2005
  • Series: Trixie Belden Series , #4
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged, 2 Cassettes, 3 hrs.
  • Age range: 8 - 10 Years
  • Product dimensions: 4.50 (w) x 7.13 (h) x 1.14 (d)

Meet the Author

In the 1940s Julie Campbell was running her own literary agency when Western Publishing put out a call for talented authors to write mystery series for kids. Julie proposed the Trixie Belden series and wrote the first 6 titles herself. She also started the Ginnie Gordon series and wrote several Cherry Ames books. Julie Campbell died in 1999.
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“Brown eyes,” Trixie said suddenly.
They all stared at her in amazement.
“Well, he has got brown eyes,” Trixie said defensively. “Mr. Wilson has. And Mrs. Lynch’s eyes are as blue as blue delphiniums.”
“So what?” Brian demanded. “You and Mart and Bobby have Moms’s blue eyes, and mine are black like Dad’s. Does that prove that I am an adopted child?”
“No one in his right mind would have adopted you,” Trixie said with a sniff. “I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I was just thinking out loud as usual.” Suddenly she remembered what Regan had said: “Don’t think.” And what Honey had said:
“Even if Mr. Wilson isn’t quite honest, I don’t think we ought to talk about it in front of Di.”
She opened her mouth to change the subject, but Jim was saying cheerfully, “Speaking of adopted children, I’m one and my eyes are neither black nor blue. They’re green. What does that make me, Trix?”
At that moment Di and her uncle joined them at the entrance to the gallery. Mr. Wilson was dressed as a cowboy complete with chaps and toy pistols, and looked to Trixie rather like a wizened little boy. Rubbing his hands together gleefully he said, “On with your wigs and masks, podners. The other guests will be arriving soon. I’ve got it all arranged. No unmasking until the bell rings for chow. Soon as everyone gets here, we’ll have a grand march around the ballroom, with me as judge. First prize goes to the best costume. Booby prize goes to the worst. Then we’ll do some square dancing, podners, until we work up an appetite for grub. I’ll do the calling. There’s not much old Uncle Monty doesn’t know about square dancing. Why, if I had my fiddle here, I’d play ‘Turkey in the Straw’ as you never heard it before. If I had my accordion and mouth organ here, I’d show all of the guests what a real one-man orchestra was like. Music right out of the West!”
“I’m sure you would, Uncle Monty,” Di said, forcing a smile to her taut lips. “But since almost none of the boys and girls I’ve invited knows how to dance, I thought we might let the orchestra leave when the caterers go. Is that all right?”
“Oh, no, no, no, NO!” her diminutive uncle cried, hopping up and down with each “No” as though he were the dwarf, Rumpelstiltskin. “If your guests can’t dance there are plenty of games we can play to music. Musical chairs, London Bridge Is Falling Down, and all that sort of thing.”
“But, Uncle Monty,” Di cried, “we’re too old for that kind of game.”
“Then you're old enough to waltz and do the two-step and the polka,” he said firmly. The orchestra struck up the “Blue Danube” and he bowed gallantly in front of Honey. “This little lady can waltz, I’ll betcha. May I have this dance, miss?”
Trixie held her breath. Now was the time for Honey to be her most tactful self! And Honey was. She dropped a curtsy and said sweetly: “I’d rather not, Mr. Wilson, but I do think your idea of keeping the orchestra on is just great. With you as master of ceremonies, we could have a real quiz show. The orchestra can play a few bars of a song, and the one who names the song first gets a prize.” She laid a slim hand on the decorated cuff of his sleeve. “Why don’t you and I go into Mr. Lynch’s study and make a list of the songs we think the orchestra ought to play for that contest?”
He followed her out of the gallery and into the room across the hall as meekly as a lamb. Trixie let out her breath in a long sigh. “That’s the answer, of course,” she said. “From now on we’ve all got to take turns keeping Uncle Monty from being an emcee.”
The boys nodded solemnly, and Di said gratefully, “Oh, will you? I can’t help because I’m the hostess.” The front door bell rang then and she hurried off, completely forgetting to don her false face and wig in her eagerness to greet the guests before her uncle did.
Without saying a word, the Beldens and Jim took their wigs and masks from the pockets of their jackets and put them on. They all looked very funny, but nobody laughed. For a moment Trixie felt dizzy. In their shapeless jackets, black curly wigs, and realistic, rubber devil’s faces, it was impossible to tell the boys apart. Mart wasn’t, of course, quite as tall as Brian and Jim, but somehow they all seemed now to be exactly the same height. They stood there, as motionless as the luminescent ghosts, witches, skeletons, and dragons on the black draperies. It was hard to breathe behind the close-fitting mask, and for the first time in her life Trixie felt weak and wobbly-kneed, as though she might faint at any moment.
The folding doors at this end of the gallery had been pushed back as far as they would go. Trixie grabbed one of the brass handles to steady herself, and something big and black and horrible with skinny, wiggly legs sprang at her. It dropped on her outstretched hand, then slithered to the floor at her feet.

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First Chapter

"Brown eyes," Trixie said suddenly.

They all stared at her in amazement.

"Well, he has got brown eyes," Trixie said defensively. "Mr. Wilson has. And Mrs. Lynch's eyes are as blue as blue delphiniums."

"So what?" Brian demanded. "You and Mart and Bobby have Moms's blue eyes, and mine are black like Dad's. Does that prove that I am an adopted child?"

"No one in his right mind would have adopted you," Trixie said with a sniff. "I wasn't trying to prove anything. I was just thinking out loud as usual." Suddenly she remembered what Regan had said: "Don't think." And what Honey had said:

"Even if Mr. Wilson isn't quite honest, I don't think we ought to talk about it in front of Di."

She opened her mouth to change the subject, but Jim was saying cheerfully, "Speaking of adopted children, I'm one and my eyes are neither black nor blue. They're green. What does that make me, Trix?"

At that moment Di and her uncle joined them at the entrance to the gallery. Mr. Wilson was dressed as a cowboy complete with chaps and toy pistols, and looked to Trixie rather like a wizened little boy. Rubbing his hands together gleefully he said, "On with your wigs and masks, podners. The other guests will be arriving soon. I've got it all arranged. No unmasking until the bell rings for chow. Soon as everyone gets here, we'll have a grand march around the ballroom, with me as judge. First prize goes to the best costume. Booby prize goes to the worst. Then we'll do some square dancing, podners, until we work up an appetite for grub. I'll do the calling. There's not much old Uncle Monty doesn't know about square dancing. Why, if I had my fiddle here, I'd play ‘Turkey in the Straw' as younever heard it before. If I had my accordion and mouth organ here, I'd show all of the guests what a real one-man orchestra was like. Music right out of the West!"

"I'm sure you would, Uncle Monty," Di said, forcing a smile to her taut lips. "But since almost none of the boys and girls I've invited knows how to dance, I thought we might let the orchestra leave when the caterers go. Is that all right?"

"Oh, no, no, no, NO!" her diminutive uncle cried, hopping up and down with each "No" as though he were the dwarf, Rumpelstiltskin. "If your guests can't dance there are plenty of games we can play to music. Musical chairs, London Bridge Is Falling Down, and all that sort of thing."

"But, Uncle Monty," Di cried, "we're too old for that kind of game."

"Then you're old enough to waltz and do the two-step and the polka," he said firmly. The orchestra struck up the "Blue Danube" and he bowed gallantly in front of Honey. "This little lady can waltz, I'll betcha. May I have this dance, miss?"

Trixie held her breath. Now was the time for Honey to be her most tactful self! And Honey was. She dropped a curtsy and said sweetly: "I'd rather not, Mr. Wilson, but I do think your idea of keeping the orchestra on is just great. With you as master of ceremonies, we could have a real quiz show. The orchestra can play a few bars of a song, and the one who names the song first gets a prize." She laid a slim hand on the decorated cuff of his sleeve. "Why don't you and I go into Mr. Lynch's study and make a list of the songs we think the orchestra ought to play for that contest?"

He followed her out of the gallery and into the room across the hall as meekly as a lamb. Trixie let out her breath in a long sigh. "That's the answer, of course," she said. "From now on we've all got to take turns keeping Uncle Monty from being an emcee."

The boys nodded solemnly, and Di said gratefully, "Oh, will you? I can't help because I'm the hostess." The front door bell rang then and she hurried off, completely forgetting to don her false face and wig in her eagerness to greet the guests before her uncle did.

Without saying a word, the Beldens and Jim took their wigs and masks from the pockets of their jackets and put them on. They all looked very funny, but nobody laughed. For a moment Trixie felt dizzy. In their shapeless jackets, black curly wigs, and realistic, rubber devil's faces, it was impossible to tell the boys apart. Mart wasn't, of course, quite as tall as Brian and Jim, but somehow they all seemed now to be exactly the same height. They stood there, as motionless as the luminescent ghosts, witches, skeletons, and dragons on the black draperies. It was hard to breathe behind the close-fitting mask, and for the first time in her life Trixie felt weak and wobbly-kneed, as though she might faint at any moment.

The folding doors at this end of the gallery had been pushed back as far as they would go. Trixie grabbed one of the brass handles to steady herself, and something big and black and horrible with skinny, wiggly legs sprang at her. It dropped on her outstretched hand, then slithered to the floor at her feet.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2005

    Love Trixie Belden Mysteries!

    I grew up on Trixie Belden books and love that they are in print again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2004

    The BEST Book in this WORLD

    This book was awesome. If u like mysteries and love to laugh this is for u. the suspense is wonderful and even gives you the jitters and all the excitement trixie goes through. Her brothers are a hit too as well as her friends honey, diana, and jim. I hope you enjoy this book as much as i have!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2003

    A Must Have For Mystery Lovers Young And Old

    Trixie and the Bob-Whites try to befriend a girl named Diana Lynch. Diana used to be a 'normal' kid, but recently her family came in to money and she's having trouble 'being diffrent'. Di's Uncle Monty comes to town after years of no contact with his sister, Di's mother. It doesn't take Trixie long to find a mystery. Right from the start Trixie thinks 'Uncle Monty' is a huge phoney and can't help wondering if the Lynches' newly acquired wealth has anything to do with his suddenly being there. The Trixie Belden books are great for mystery lovers young and old.

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  • Posted March 4, 2009

    Stupendius

    I used to read these books to my daughter until she was in middle school. We all enjoyed these books because they are clean, and thought provoking. Glad to see that they are comming back in print

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2004

    BAD BOOK

    U learn nothing it's NOT fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This book Stinks!

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