A New Discovery
The following morning Nancy Drew’s mood of despondency had fallen from her. She rose with new enthusiasm and eagerness to continue her investigations, yet she scarcely knew which way to turn. There were so many clues which needed unraveling and time was short.
The problem was somewhat simplified for her when at breakfast her father volunteered to find out what he could concerning Viola Granger.
“That will save me a lot of trouble,” Nancy told him gratefully. “I have another clue I want to work on this morning.”
“Anything worth while?”
“I’m afraid not, Dad. It’s a cry of desperation, I fear.”
“Well, good luck.”
“Thanks, I’ll need it.”
It was Nancy’s intention to learn whether or not Mary Mason had found employment, for she had not entirely given up the idea that in some way the girl might be connected with the mysterious disappearance of the Crandall jewels. To be sure, she did not have a particle of evidence to back up her theory except the seemingly sudden access of money, and that, she acknowledged, was too weak a foundation on which to build a theory. Yet, she told herself, she dared not neglect any pointer, no matter how feeble.
She was at a loss to know where to begin her search until she recalled the references which the girl had displayed when applying at the Drew