Nancy Drew ignored the question, asking one of her own.
“Tell me, do you remember what day it was this girl called at your home?”
“Oh, dear, it was several days ago. I don’t believe I can remember.”
“It wasn’t the day of the robbery, was it?”
“Why, I believe it was, Nancy. I recall now that I read the account in the paper that evening.” She studied Nancy curiously. “Gracious, you surely don’t believe this girl had any connection with the robbery, do you? It doesn’t seem to me she would have the brains to get away with it.”
“Probably not,” Nancy agreed. “But the clue is worth investigating.”
“I don’t see that you have a thing to go on.”
“I haven’t,” Nancy admitted.
“What makes you suspicious?”
Nancy Drew glanced quickly about to see that there was no one standing near by and lowered her voice.
“Doesn’t it strike you as odd that a girl in Mary Mason’s position can afford to buy gowns at Hidelberg’s?”
“Yes, it does,” Helen agreed promptly. “Where do you suppose she got the money?”
“That’s just what I intend to find out!”
With that, Nancy Drew dropped the subject and no amount of coaxing would induce her to bring it up again, though to herself she said: