of the articles.”
“It might be well to investigate further before making any accusations.”
“I don’t know how to find out about the dresses—that is, unless I called at the store. Do you imagine they would tell me anything?”
“I’m afraid not. Most stores protect their customers and refuse to give out anything concerning their accounts.”
“But you know Mr. Hodge at the Taylor Store, Dad. Isn’t he one of the big men there?”
“Manager.”
“Why not ask him to trace what Mary Mason really bought and what she paid for the things?”
“That’s a rather ticklish undertaking, Nancy.”
“You’ve done favors for Mr. Hodge more than once. He ought to do that much for you.”
“He might do it for me, though I’m sure it would not be according to the store’s policy.”
“Oh, bother their old policy!” Nancy returned impatiently. “He ought to be glad of a chance to help solve the mystery. Will you ask him tomorrow?”
“Yes, if you want me to.” Mr. Drew smiled indulgently.
“Oh, Dad, you think it’s perfectly silly, don’t you?” Nancy demanded, somewhat nettled at her father’s smile.
“Not at all,” Mr. Drew responded quickly. “I was just thinking how you always managed to get your own way.”