“Good enough,” Mr. Drew agreed, “unless that girl slips through our fingers.”
“I’ll see that she doesn’t,” Nancy promised emphatically. “I believe I’m on a track now that will lead to an arrest before another week is over! Just whose, we can’t be sure,” she added soberly. “Perhaps Mrs. Potter’s, though I confess that seems unlikely. We’d better look further into that, though. Perhaps Mrs. Willoughby’s; but I hope not for Emily’s sake. She’s a good kid, Dad, and it would break her heart if her guardian had done this thing. Perhaps Mary Mason. Perhaps Viola Granger. I haven’t yet found out where she went after she left Lilac Inn that day. Perhaps someone we haven’t yet suspected.”
“Yes, it’s complicated. But good luck to you, Nancy. And now you better get a little rest to clear that brain of yours.”