“Oh, I wonder if he found out anything about Mary Mason?” she asked herself eagerly.
Bringing the roadster to a halt beside her father’s sedan, she sprang out and ran toward the house. Carson Drew, who had seen her from the window, met her on the porch.
“Oh, Dad, did you find out anything?” Nancy demanded before he had an opportunity to speak.
Mr. Drew nodded.
“Come into the house,” he suggested quietly. “It may not be wise to let the neighbors into all our secrets.”
“You’re right,” Nancy laughed.
She followed her father into the living room and plumped herself down in an easy chair which all but enveloped her in its luxurious depth.
“What did you find out?” she inquired impatiently.
“Well, I saw Mr. Hodge, as you wanted me to. At first he didn’t take very kindly to the idea of looking up this Mason girl’s account.”
“Don’t tell me he refused!”
“No, he finally agreed to tell me what I wanted to know, provided that we keep the information confidential.”
“Of course.”
“It seems that you were right about the girl’s buying clothes.”
“I knew I was,” Nancy declared triumphantly.