The girl ignored the question; in fact, she seemed not to have heard it. As Nancy stared at her in surprise she saw that the color had drained from her face, leaving it white and frightened.
“Who are you?” the girl demanded harshly. “You aren’t the daughter of—”
“Carson Drew,” Nancy finished. “You’ve probably heard of him.”
“Your father is a lawyer?”
“Yes. He specializes in criminal and mystery cases.”
The announcement had a very peculiar effect upon Mary Mason. She took a step backward and her hand gripped the door knob. Her eyes dilated with something that looked like fear.
“I can’t take the position, Miss Drew,” she said a trifle shakily.
“You can’t take it? Why not, may I ask?”
“I—I didn’t know your father was a lawyer.”
“What difference can that make?” Nancy asked bluntly.
“I’ll not work in such a place! I wouldn’t think of it!”
“My father will be very kind to you. You need have no fear on that score. I don’t see why you should be afraid.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid,” Mary returned hastily. “It’s just that I might get into trouble working at a place where the man of the house is always mixed up in queer cases. You’ll have to find another girl.”
“But it’s so late, and I’ve had such a time! Judge Graham is coming this week and—”