“That’s possible,” Nancy agreed as she rose to leave. “I’ll try to find out.”
Driving back toward River Heights a few minutes later, she was ready to admit that the trip to Lilac Inn had been unfruitful. Apparently, she had been unjustly suspicious of Mary Mason, for if the girl had never been employed at the inn, it was ridiculous to attempt to connect her with the robbery.
“Just the same, I’d like to know where she got that handsome dress she was wearing this afternoon,” Nancy thought. “I think I’ll try to find out where she is working.”
Upon reaching home, she found that she was just in time for dinner. Mrs. Carter had prepared an excellent meal, but Nancy was a trifle preoccupied as she ate. Carson Drew noticed how quiet she was and surmised the reason.
“Not worrying about the Willoughby case, are you, Nancy?” he questioned.
“I’m afraid I am,” Nancy admitted reluctantly. “So far, I’ve not made any headway.”
“What seems to be the trouble?”
“I can’t get a real clue. I thought perhaps I had one this afternoon, but it didn’t amount to that!” Nancy snapped her fingers contemptuously.
“Want me to take charge?”
“N‑o,” Nancy returned slowly. “I haven’t given up yet.”
“ Mrs. Willoughby came to my office this afternoon. She’s beginning to expect results.”
“I’m doing my best, Dad.”