Not a Nancy Drew

When was younger, I loved reading the old mystery novels by Carolyn Keene, and later on, I played the computer games.  I still do, on occasion.

At the end, when Nancy Drew saved the day and justice was served, I would heave a dreamy sigh and wish I was the heroine.  Then reality would hit me. 

I would never go beyond a No Trespassing sign.

If someone told me not to go in somewhere, I wouldn't.  That wouldn't mean I'd would not try to peek in, but I would not step inside.

I would never go through someone's drawers, and definitely not their journals!

I was raised better than to snoop in someone's house.

I would not go sneaking down dark tunnels and secret passageways in the middle of the night by myself.  I would at least take a dog.

So, I'm no Nancy Drew.  But I also have never been knocked unconscious, chloroformed unconscious, or strangled unconscious.  

I have not been in any near drowning, burning, or suffocating situations.

And I have never been tied up and had to rap out SOS with my heel.

Is it worth the safety to give up the glory of solving a mystery?

For me it is.  I'm more of a Bess or George,  standing on the sidelines, just a phone call away.  I'm ready to help you solve a riddle or give advice.  I will search for clues to your mystery on the internet and in books, but don't expect me to bring your lock pick if you forgot it.