“I can’t forget about it until I’ve at least made an attempt to find out what became of that will,” Nancy insisted stubbornly.
“All right, dig into the mystery if you like, but I’m afraid you’ve set yourself an impossible task. I don’t see how you hope to discover what became of the will when you haven’t even a clue.”
“I’ll find a way!” Nancy laughed. “Give me time and I’ll surprise you!”
But after she had said goodbye to her father and was slowly driving toward home, doubt assailed her. She knew that the odds were against her. Although she was determined to find out what had become of the Crowley will, she was at a loss to know how to begin. As her father had reminded her, she did not have a single clue.
“ ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way,’ ” she quoted whimsically. “That old proverb is doubly true in the Crowley case. If there actually is a second will, I’m going to find it! And if I do, I hope it won’t prove to be in the Tophams’ favor!”