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Jonathon Wart and The Hand of Doom
Jonathon Wart and The Hand of Doom
Jonathon Wart and The Hand of Doom
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Jonathon Wart has a crazy new scheme in mind for investing his Uncle Wart’s fortune: he wants to buy a strange-looking painting by an eccentric billionaire called “The Hand of Doom.” But the painting is not what it appears to be and serious problems arise for Jonathon and his sister Lizzie as they try to thwart their evil financial adviser Mr. Thumbs and their hostile cousin Felicia.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 1, 2016
ISBN9781310022913
Jonathon Wart and The Hand of Doom
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Terence O'Grady

A musicologist by profession, I've written two music-themed mysteries (The Beethoven Quandary and The Mephisto Mysteries) as well as a handful of children’s books in a variety of genres.

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    Jonathon Wart and The Hand of Doom - Terence O'Grady

    Jonathon Wart and The Hand of Doom

    By Terence O’Grady

    Copyright 2016 Terence O’Grady

    Cover by Boris Rasin

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter One: Jonathon’s Brainstorm

    Chapter Two: Mr. Thumbs and Felicia

    Chapter Three: Meeting with Mr. Thumbs

    Chapter Four: Plotting with Felicia

    Chapter Five: The Grand Deception (Part 1)

    Chapter Six: To the Art Institute

    Chapter Seven: The Grand Deception (Part 2)

    Chapter Eight: The Curse of Doom

    Chapter Nine: Butting Heads

    Chapter Ten: The Séance

    Chapter Eleven: Danger Ahead

    Chapter Twelve: Unraveling the Mystery

    Chapter Thirteen: On to the Next Adventure

    Chapter One: Jonathon’s Brainstorm

    Jonathon pushed himself away from the computer keyboard, grabbed his phone off the desk and smiled. No question about it, he had come up with another idea. And it was a good one. In fact, it was quite possibly a brilliant one.

    Now he leaned back in his chair, as far as the flexible back of the seat would stretch, his fingers flying over the keyboard of his phone. There was no doubt about it. He was sure his new plan would work perfectly.

    So Jonathon, said his sister cheerfully as she strolled into his room, what are you up to? And how's your latest risky get-rich-quick scheme going?

    Jonathon turned toward Lizzie and smiled. I think you mean, get richer quick, don't you?

    Well, if we're so rich, why don't I ever get to spend any money? Lizzie asked, flopping down on a brown leather sofa in the corner of the room.

    What do you mean? You get an okay allowance.

    Okay for what? Buying a stick of gum at the supermarket?

    Sure. Or buying some tacky bracelets in one of those bright, shiny little mall stores you love so much.

    Hey, do I insult your miserable taste in comic books?

    No, but only because you never read anything so you’re easily impressed.

    You don’t have to be insulting. I read a lot. They just don’t happen to be your kind of books. Besides, I’m not trying to start a fight here. I just want to know why we aren’t allowed to spend any of the money you’ve made with your crazy schemes? I mean, Uncle Wart left us a fortune. And you’ve made even more money since then. So how come it’s all locked away in some vault somewhere and we can’t touch it?

    It’s not in a vault somewhere, Lizzie. It’s in a bank. And some day we will be able to touch it. Think of it as building for the future. We’re both going to turn twenty-one eventually, you know. And when we do, with any luck we’re both going to be pretty wealthy.

    Lizzie rolled her eyes. Yeah, but only if you keep coming up with those risky but brilliant new ideas to increase Uncle’s fortune, right? And you haven’t had one of those for a while, have you?

    Jonathon grinned broadly. Well, it just so happens that I do have a new plan…very new as a matter of fact. Stick around for a couple of minutes. Emma’s going to be here any second now and I’ll explain my newest brainstorm to you both at the same time.

    Seconds later, Emma Wang, who acted as Jonathon’s and Lizzie’s tutor (as well as helping Jonathon realize his sometimes crazy schemes) ambled casually into the room.

    So what’s up? Emma asked perkily. I just got your text.

    What’s up is his newest stroke of genius, Emma, Lizzie said, stifling a yawn. And I’ve got a feeling that Jonathon’s going to tell us about it whether we like it or not.

    A new idea? Emma asked. Is it as ridiculous as the South African diamond mine?

    Much worse, said Jonathon, smiling broadly as he turned around in his seat to print off a page on his printer. Take a look at this article, he said, grabbing the page out of the tray when it appeared and handing it to Emma.

    Emma stared intently at the picture inserted into the article. Okay, she said slowly. I’m looking at it, but I don’t know what it is.

    It’s a painting, or at least a reproduction of one, said Jonathon.

    A painting?

    Right.

    If it’s a painting, it’s a horrible painting, Emma said.

    "Maybe not horrible…" replied Jonathon.

    Horrible enough, said Emma.

    Let me see it! said Lizzie, grabbing the page from Emma’s hands.

    Oh ick! she said making a face. "It is horrible."

    I like to think of it as atmospheric, said Jonathon. The painting is called ‘The Hand of Doom.’

    I believe it, said Emma, now studying the picture over Lizzie’s shoulder. Who on earth painted it?

    An eccentric billionaire—A Mr. Samuel Diggersby, said Jonathon. Even richer than Uncle Wart, or so I’ve read.

    He may be rich, Jonathon, but he’s a horrible painter, said Emma, taking the page from Lizzie. That strange arm stretching across the front of the painting and that decrepit looking hand, pointing with those bony fingers…was he trying to make it ghastly?

    Sure, said Jonathon cheerfully. Doom is always supposed to be ghastly, isn’t it?

    I see your point, said Emma, but I still don’t think he’s much of a painter. The background part is pretty nice, though. But anyway, why do you care about this painting?

    Because I’m going to buy it. Mr. Diggersby passed away last month and there’s going to be an auction that includes many of the paintings in his estate.

    That’s right, said Emma. I’m starting to remember him now. Very rich old guy who collected paintings. Some very famous paintings, right?

    Yes, some very famous paintings worth millions of dollars, agreed Jonathon. "But he was also an amateur painter himself and some of

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