What Mr. Drew Learned
“What’s the idea of having breakfast in the middle of the night?” Mr. Drew asked the question with good-natured gruffness as he yawned sleepily. “Why, look at that clock! It isn’t seven o’clock yet.”
“I’m sorry,” Nancy apologized guiltily as she poured his coffee. “You see, it was this way. I knew you had a big morning ahead of you and I wanted you to get an early start.”
“So it would seem, young lady. But, as it happens, I haven’t any special case coming up in court today.”
“Dad, you haven’t forgotten what you promised to do for me!”
Carson Drew, who was fond of teasing his daughter, pretended that he did not know what she meant.
“You were to see Mr. Hodge and the pawnbrokers,” Nancy reminded him severely. Then she saw the twinkle in her father’s eyes. “Oh, you’re trying to tease me!”
“I won’t forget to see them,” Mr. Drew promised soberly.
“And if you should find out anything important, please let me know right away.”
“All right, I will.”
After her father had left the house, Nancy Drew helped clear away the breakfast dishes and gave a few orders to Mrs. Carter. She then went to