Racing the Storm
“Nancy, if you haven’t planned anything special for the day, I wonder if you would care to do a little errand for me?” inquired Carson Drew one morning at the breakfast table.
“Why, of course,” Nancy agreed pleasantly. “What is it?”
“I have a number of legal documents which must be delivered to Judge Hartgrave at Masonville some time before noon. I would take them myself, but I have several important appointments this morning.”
“I’ll be glad to do the errand for you,” Nancy promised willingly. “I can run over to Masonville in the roadster. It isn’t more than a fifteen mile jaunt.”
“Fine. That’s a load off my mind. You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“It’s such a wonderful day, I’ll enjoy the trip.”
Mr. Drew parted the curtains at the dining-room window and looked out.
“It is a bright day, but I can’t say I like the appearance of those clouds in the west, Nancy. I’m afraid it may rain. You know how quickly our storms come up.”
“I’ll start just as soon as I can get ready then. Where are the papers?”
“At the office. We can ride down together.” Nancy Drew hurried away to find her hat and purse. Before Mr. Drew had collected his own