“Perhaps it’s just as well that you shouldn’t get mixed up in it. This isn’t an ordinary robbery.”
“Haven’t the police any real clue?”
“They’re inclined to suspect Mrs. Willoughby.”
“The police have been known to blunder.”
“Yes. But sometimes, too, they are right, and this time they may not be far off the track. At least Mrs. Willoughby will bear watching. I wouldn’t enjoy being in her shoes.”
“Nor would I. I met her a number of months ago, but I haven’t a very vivid recollection of what she is like.”
“A charming woman, in appearance at least. However, you can’t tell to what lengths a person will go when in desperate need of money.”
“Emily will be crushed if she learns that her guardian is suspected. I have a notion to run out to the cottage and see her.”
“Why don’t you? I imagine she’s all broken up over the loss of the jewels.”
Nancy glanced at her watch.
“It’s getting late. Still, it won’t be dark for at least an hour. I’ll do it!”
Hurrying to her room, she snatched up her hat and came clattering down the stairs two at a time.
“Goodbye, Dad,” she called, as she started toward the back door. “I won’t be gone long.”
Mr. Drew did not reply, for just at that moment there was a step on the veranda. Nancy paused and glanced questioningly toward her father.