I called eBay and a customer service representative told me I should just end and relist the items. I still wanted answers, and was puzzled by the mystery, so I did what any good eBayer would do ... I called Nancy Drew.
Before I knew it, Nancy was pulling into the driveway in her jaunty blue roadster. She came in for a cup of tea, and I told her about my dilemma. "I'll be right on it," she promised. "I'm sure there is a solution."
One day went by, and then another. Before I knew it, a week had passed. Then, just when I thought the case had gone cold, the doorbell rang and when I answered, I found that Nancy Drew had come to call.
She pulled a stack of photos out of her satchel. As she spoke, she showed me the photos she had taken. "I'm so sorry it's taken a while. I've looked everywhere for your missing listings. They weren't in the old clock. They weren't on the steamboat. They weren't in the crumbling manor. Finally I paid a visit to eBay headquarters. I searched high and low ... but your missing listings weren't anywhere to be found. I am so sorry this happened. I never have been stumped by a case like this before. It's like they just vanished! I'll continue looking, in case I find them in a treasure chest, or tucked inside an old book. But -- in the meantime, I guess you should end the items and relist them." And with those words, Nancy walked out of my house and into the night. I went back to work, still puzzling over the strange and mysterious disappearance.
