According to Bernice - the series

Bernice Peppercorn is obsessed with stories. She watches movies and reads books, but she prefers to create her own. Bernice is never without her notebook. With wide-open eyes and a powerful imagination, she jots down ideas and observations as she races around her beachside village of Kittery Bay. 

Bernice sees mysteries and crimes everywhere. Some are even real. 

Brave, determined and compassionate, Bernice's creative mind and sense of humour make her unstoppable. Even so, she often seeks the unwavering support of her best friend, Ike, a grizzled, harmonica-playing fisherman with a wooden leg.  

Follow Bernice as she stumbles into intriguing and sometimes dangerous situations where she must rely on her wits, calm and courage. 

  Chapter One

Crunch, crunch, crunch

     ‘Stop, Jake!’ Bernice rested her head on the kitchen table, and red curls spilled across her face. She’d hardly slept with the sound of the fierce winds all night. Bernice Peppercorn was not a morning person. Jake, on the other hand, was. Breakfast was often bickering on toast.

     Jake grinned. 

    Crunch, crunch, crunch

     ‘Mum, make him stop!’ 

     Jake looked wide-eyed at his sister. ‘What am I doing?’

    ‘Crystal Bell?’ Bernice glanced at her Crystal Bell secret spy watch. She tapped the tiny record   button and stretched her arm across the table. 

     ‘Crystal Bell?’ Bernice glanced at her Crystal Bell secret spy watch. She tapped the tiny record   button and stretched her arm across the table. 

     ‘Local celebrity, Crystal Bell was robbed last night,’ Mum read. 

     Bernice stretched further. Her hand dangled over Mum’s lap and her elbow knocked Jake’s cereal. 

     ‘Hey!’ Jake grabbed his bowl of Breakfast Berries. Milk sloshed over the rim. ‘Bernie!’

     ‘Shh.’ Bernice glared at him. ‘Go on, Mum.’

     Mum’s eyes scanned the article. ‘Thieves got away with thousands of dollars’ worth of jewellery and gemstones.’ She sipped her coffee. ‘It looks like family members will be dealing with the authorities because Ms Bell is shooting a film in India.’

     Bernice nodded. ‘She is. It’s called Murder in Mumbai. It’s taken so long she even sent for her dog, Dipsy, and her canine carer.’ She thrust her recorder watch under her mother’s nose.        ‘Anything else?’ 

     Mum shook her head. ‘Not really. I hope they catch them, though. This is such a small town for something like this to happen.’

     Bernice clicked off her recorder and went to the sink. She looked out the kitchen window, staring down the street. Maybe the robbers had crept past their house in the middle of the night. ‘Criminy!’ she said. ‘If the batteries hadn’t died on my motion-sensitive camera yesterday, I would have photos of them.’ 

     Bernice’s Crystal Bell security camera worked pretty well considering it had only cost $12.95 without postage and handling. She usually set it up in the front yard, facing the street so she would know what went on out there while she was asleep. So far she’d taken photos of three cats, Freddie Patterson from next door holding hands with Sandra Baker, a bush turkey, six possums (or maybe just one possum, six times), and Mr Danson smoking a cigarette in the road after Mrs Danson had gone to bed. 

   ‘Yeah,’ Jake said, ‘except that camera stinks. All you’d see would be grey smudges on a black background.’

   Bernice turned her back on her little brother. She pictured Crystal Bell’s mansion. It was only three blocks away. Bernice had followed the long driveway to the tall golden gates hundreds of times. She’d also checked out the fence around the entire property, but could never get inside because of the thick bars and clanging alarms. Gary, Ms Bell’s guard and driver had escorted her from the property more than once. 

     ‘Why didn’t the alarms go off?’ she mumbled.

     ‘I’m going to have a shower, kids. Clean the kitchen when you’re finished.’ Mum folded the paper. She stared at Bernice for a minute. ‘Do you still have your hat?’

     Bernice nodded. It was her last. It was faded to pale blue but she no longer had a choice. She’d lost three in the past two weeks. She couldn’t help it. Things just seemed to disappear and Mum was getting sick of it. 

     ‘Don’t lose it!’ Mum said. She put her cup in the sink.

     Jake’s milk was creeping slowly toward the edge of the table. ‘Clean it up, Bernie!’ he said. ‘You spilled it.’

    Bernice squeezed a cold sponge into the sink. ‘Here, I’ll help.’ She tossed it at her brother. It smacked him on the left cheek. 

     ‘Hey!’ 

     ‘I wonder what they took?’ Bernice turned back to the window. ‘Maybe one of those diamond tiaras she wore in The Party Peril!’ She wiped her breath from the glass. ‘Or maybe that dress with the sapphires in Bad, Bad Beauty.’ Bernice had seen all Crystal Bell’s movies. Crystal was calm, cool, and smart. She knew karate and could outwit any bad guy who tried to mess with her. Crystal Bell could get out of any situation and solve any mystery. ‘She’ll find the robbers,’ Bernice said.

     Jake sopped up the milk and threw the sponge back at Bernice. She ducked. The sponge hit the window and slid down the glass, leaving a milky trail. 

     ‘Crystal Bell couldn’t find a cow in a barn.’ Jake crammed Breakfast Berries into his mouth. ‘She lost her marbles years ago.’ 

     Bernice scowled at her brother. ‘She will solve this. When she gets home, I’ll see if she wants me to help her. Maybe I can write a letter, introducing myself so they know I’m not just a crazed fan. I have a lot of experience with mysteries, you know.’

     Jake laughed. Cereal sprayed from his mouth. ‘Only the ones in your head,’ he said.

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