“Very well, I will report to you as soon as I learn anything of importance. In the meantime, do not discuss the case with anyone.”
The lawyer escorted Mrs. Willoughby to the door and waited until she had left the porch before turning to Nancy.
“Well, little Golden Locks, what do you think of her?”
“Quite frivolous, but apparently honest,” Nancy returned slowly. “It’s a real mystery, isn’t it? Do you really suspect Mrs. Willoughby?”
“No, or I shouldn’t have taken the case even for your sake and for Emily’s. Still, she is far from being free from suspicion. Any one of a number of persons might have stolen the jewels.”
“I’d like to meet Mrs. Potter and hear her version of the robbery,” said Nancy slowly.
“Yes, I must ask her to come to my office tomorrow.” Mr. Drew frowned. “Hang it all, I have an important conference! I really haven’t time for this case.”
“I wish I could take it,” Nancy murmured wistfully.
Mr. Drew studied his daughter meditatively.
“Well, why not?”
“I’m afraid it’s too complicated for me. Anyway, Emily might feel that I was interfering.”
“If you’re still planning on running out to see her, you’d better hurry. It’s getting late.”
“I’ll go now.”