Dear Ned,

I know I should be happy that I solved the mystery, but for some reason, I'm not. To be honest, it feels like my life is going in circles. I mean, this is the tenth time that I solved a series of puzzles that someone set up a hundred years ago, in order to protect a fabulous treasure. It's getting a little boring at this point.

I'd like to take a break and go on vacation, except whenever I do that, I stumble across another mystery.

Hugh eventually returned to Blackmoor Manor. He, Linda and Jane have pledged to work through their problems as a family. I'm not sure how they'll do that, seeing as the problem is "Jane almost killed her stepmother", but I wish them the best of luck.

Nigel's history book about the Penvellyns was a huge failure, mostly because he spent three whole chapters describing the Mercury statue. On the other hand, Nigel's autobiography sold surprisingly well! The British Institute for Insomniacs has ordered over 5,000 copies.

As for the other people I met, I'm told that Mrs. Drake and Ethel are teaming up to make a rap album, entitled Potting and Plotting. It sounds...interesting.

I'm proud to report that I have also solved the mystery of how I'll get home, when I don't have enough money for a flight. A nice man named Sherlock Holmes hired me as his part-time assistant! We solved four cases together, and he gave me a bonus which covered the airfare home. He said it was a reward for my work, but I think he wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible, because he's jealous of my mystery-solving skills.

See you soon!

Love,
Nancy