Looking for the Will
When Nancy Drew awoke the following morning, the bright sunlight was streaming in at her open bedroom window. As her eyes turned toward the little clock on her dresser, she was alarmed to see that it was after nine o’clock.
“How could I oversleep on a morning like this?” she asked herself.
Quickly running her hand under the pillow, she brought out the Crowley notebook and surveyed it with satisfaction.
“Oh, what a surprise the Tophams are going to get!” she chuckled softly.
Hastily dressing, Nancy hurried downstairs. She found that her father had already left for the office.
“Oh, dear,” she thought. “I wonder if he forgot?”
At that moment Hannah appeared from the kitchen bearing a plate of crisp, steaming waffles.
“Your father said I was to tell you to go to his office just as soon as you finish your breakfast,” she informed Nancy. “He said you were to bring your notebook.”
“My notebook—Oh, yes, I know what he meant! It won’t take long to eat breakfast,” she predicted, as she seated herself at the table.
After a hasty meal, she climbed into the roadster and drove to her father’s office. She found him alone in the inner office.