“You can do that, Miss—” the captain hesitated as he remembered that he had not heard Nancy’s name.
“Drew,” she supplied automatically.
“Drew!” Captain Dudley repeated in astonishment. “You’re not any relation to Carson Drew, by any chance?”
“He is my father.”
“Jove! I know him well!”
He turned to the crowd with decision.
“Gentlemen, I can vouch for this girl. Her father is a famous criminal lawyer in River Heights.”
The captain’s words had an effect upon the bystanders, and it was obvious that they were again swinging over to Nancy’s side. “Call the police,” they began to murmur.
“You’re not giving us a fair chance,” Mary insisted, in her most injured manner. “All we ask is that Nancy Drew produce the jewels.”
“Perhaps the matter can be settled more quickly if you do,” the captain suggested to Nancy. “Of course you know where to find them.”
“Yes,” Nancy murmured uncomfortably, “I think so.”
She knew by the pleased look that Mary Mason shot her that the girl felt she had won her battle.
“She thinks I shan’t be able to find the jewels,” she told herself grimly. “And maybe I shan’t!”
Though she confidently believed that the Crandall jewels were hidden somewhere inside the cabin of the motorboat, she was not certain that