“A good idea, Nancy.”
“But I don’t know their names, and that’s why I came to you.”
“I wish I could help you, but I’m afraid I can’t,” Mr. Drew said regretfully.
Nancy’s face fell.
“Wait a minute!” he called, as she turned to leave. “I can’t supply the names you want, but I think I can tell you where to find them.”
“Where?”
“At the courthouse. They should be on file.” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “But I’m afraid it is too late to go there this afternoon.”
“Oh, and I’m anxious to find out right away,” Nancy declared in disappointment. “If I delay even a single day the Tophams may get ahead of me and find that will.”
Suddenly her face brightened as she thought of something.
“I know! I’ll jump into the roadster and run out and have a talk with the Horner girls. They should be able to furnish me the information.”
“You can try them, at least.”
“That’s just what I’ll do,” Nancy decided, as she turned again toward the door.
“Just a minute,” Carson Drew stopped her. “I wonder if you realize just what you are getting into, Nancy?”
“Why, what do you mean?”