The Bungalow Mystery Page 6

  “We’ll find out,” Nancy said, and then took Laura upstairs so she might shower and rest.

  In the meantime, Nancy selected some of her own clothes for the visitor. When she appeared at the dinner table, Hannah declared that Laura looked pretty as a picture and much more relaxed.

  “I am—thanks to both of you,” their guest said gratefully.

  When the meal was finished the two girls sat out on the Drews’ porch. To cheer up her guest, Nancy told Laura of her funny experience with the French poodles, while trying to get volunteers for the youth center. The young detective did not mention her real reason for calling at the apartment.

  Laura giggled. “I wish I could have been with you,” she said. “Tell me, Nancy, have you any souvenirs of the mysteries you’ve solved?”

  “Two trophies.” Nancy displayed a mantel clock and a valuable silver urn. Laughingly she told Laura that her father often said she would have the house cluttered before she finished her career!

  Just then the telephone rang and Hannah called from upstairs that Mr. Drew was on the line. Nancy hurried to talk with him.

  “Nancy, I’ve come across some evidence that indicates Mr. Hamilton, or some person working for him in the trust department, was behind the security thefts. A detective is tailing Hamilton, and if he tries to leave town, the Monroe police will be notified.”

  “How about the others in his department?” Nancy asked.

  “They’re being watched, too, but not so steadily. Of course we don’t want to arrest an innocent man.”

  Nancy said she hoped the guilty person would make a misstep soon so the case might be solved, and told her father what she had learned of the River Heights suspects since she had seen him.

  He suggested that she keep trying to contact the Dowds. “And that reminds me,” the lawyer said. “You can forget about Mr. Herbert Brown being suspicious.” He explained that Brown was a personal friend of the bank president’s and had been cleared.

  Nancy was relieved to hear this. “I’ll keep trying to get in touch with the Dowds,” she promised.

  Next, she told her father about Laura Pendleton’s flight from the Aborns’ home. “Do you think we should report her experience with them to the police?” she asked.

  Mr. Drew said no, that so far the two girls had only their suspicions of the couple’s dishonesty, even though Laura had overheard them talking about her jewels. “You need some concrete evidence before calling in the authorities,” he stated.

  “I thought I’d run up to Melrose Lake and do some sleuthing,” she said.

  “All right, but keep out of danger,” he warned. “I’ll be eager to hear what you find out. We’ll have a conference when I get home and decide what we can do for Laura.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” A moment later they bade each other good night and hung up.

  As the teen-aged detective started for the porch, she had an inspiration. It was not essential now for her to meet Herbert Brown. If Don Cameron would agree to take Laura as a substitute to the barbecue party, it would leave Nancy free to go to Melrose Lake the next day!

  “I’ll ask Don if he’d mind. If he does—well, that’s that.”

  Hopefully Nancy dialed the Cameron house. Don answered and the girl detective told him the problem.

  “Wow! A real mystery!” he remarked. “If I didn’t know what sleuthing means to you, Nancy, I’d say you were just trying to brush me off. But you have me feeling sorry for this Laura Pendleton, too. Okay. If she’s willing to go with me, I’ll be glad to take her. But I’m sure sorry you can’t make it. See you another time.”

  “Thanks, Don. I shan’t forget this. Of course if Laura won’t go, I’ll keep the date. ’By now.”

  As Nancy walked toward the porch, she smilingly crossed her fingers, hoping that Laura would agree to the plan. Stepping outside, Nancy asked, “How would you like to go to a barbecue tomorrow, Laura?”

  The girl’s face glowed with anticipation. “It would be fun!” she exclaimed. “Where, Nancy?”

  When the plan was explained, Laura said, “Oh, but I don’t want to take your date away from you.”

  “Don and I have already arranged everything,” Nancy assured her. Then she told of her desire to do some sleuthing at Melrose Lake.

  At once Laura said she was afraid to have Nancy go to the Aborns’ home. “There’s no telling what my guardian might do to you,” she said fearfully. “He has a terrible temper, and if he learns you’re helping me—”

  “He won’t learn that,” Nancy said determinedly.

  Reluctantly Laura agreed to Nancy’s whole scheme. “But if anything should happen to you, I—I’d just want to die!” she declared.

  Before the girls went to bed, Hannah suggested that Laura’s jewelry be put into the wall safe in Mr. Drew’s study.

  “Dad, Hannah, and I are the only persons who know the combination,” Nancy told Laura.

  “It would be a good idea,” the brown-eyed girl replied. “First, I’d like to show you some of Mother’s treasures. She gave them to me before her last illness.”

  “Do you have this in writing?” Hannah asked.

  “Yes, I do. Why?”

  “Then the jewelry wouldn’t be part of your mother’s estate,” Mrs. Gruen answered, “and there’d be no tax on it.”

  Laura took a package from her handbag and opened it. She displayed a string of priceless matched pearls, a gorgeous diamond clip and earrings, several jeweled pins set with rubies, pearls, and emeralds, and six rings, including one with a brilliant star sapphire.

  Nancy and Hannah were astounded. “Why, this is the most beautiful collection I’ve ever seen!” Nancy exclaimed. She pointed to a ring set with a perfect aquamarine. “I love this!”

  Laura smiled. “That was Mother’s favorite,” she said. “My father gave it to her on their first wedding anniversary.”

  “Thank goodness your guardian didn’t find these things!” Hannah declared.

  Finally the jewels were put into the safe and everyone went to bed.

  Nancy awoke at seven o’clock the next morning. After taking a shower, she decided to wear a forest-green cotton dress and flat-heeled brown play shoes.

  Laura was still sleeping when Nancy joined Mrs. Gruen at breakfast. The housekeeper was using a cane.

  “My ankle feels almost as good as new,” Hannah announced. “I’ve discarded the crutches.”

  Nancy was delighted to hear this. As they ate, she and the housekeeper talked about the young sleuth’s trip.

  “I’ll worry about you every second until you return home,” Mrs. Gruen declared. “If you’re not here by ten thirty, I’ll notify the police.”

  Nancy grinned. “I’ll try to be here by suppertime. If not, I’ll call you.”

  A short while later Nancy battled the early-morning traffic through the city. Reaching the outskirts, she took the road to Melrose Lake.

  “Poor Laura,” she thought, wondering what the day would disclose about the girl’s strange guardian and his wife.

  If Laura were really penniless, maybe the man thought he had a legitimate right to take and sell the jewelry for the girl’s support. But his wife had bragged about having plenty of money to take care of their ward.

  After a time Nancy came to the Melrose Lake detour. Laura had told her there was a sign marked “Eagle Rock” in front of the lane leading to her guardian’s property.

  Presently Nancy approached the spot where the pine tree had fallen. Fortunately, it had been removed.

  She drove more slowly, afraid of inadvertently missing the Eagle Rock sign. Then, sighting the turnoff, Nancy left the detour.

  “This ring was Mother’s favorite,” Laura said

  She had gone but a few hundred feet along the Aborns’ road when she decided it might be safer to walk. After parking along the side of the roadway, she started off. In a few minutes Nancy suddenly caught sight of a man walking rapidly through the woods. He carried a small bundle under his arm.

 
“Jacob Aborn!” she thought, recognizing his profile and the peculiar stoop of his shoulders.

  Nancy recalled Laura’s story of her guardian taking a small package from the refrigerator and leaving the house with it. What was in the bundle and where was he taking it?

  “I’m going to find out!” Nancy declared. Without hesitation, she quietly plunged into the thicket. Following at a safe distance she managed to keep the man in sight.

  “He doesn’t seem to be worried about being followed,” Nancy thought. “He must not have heard my car when I turned into the lane.” She continued her musing. “I’m glad I wore this green dress. It’s good camouflage!”

  Just then a twig crackled under her foot, breaking the stillness of the woods. Jacob Aborn turned and looked back, frowning. He stood a minute, listening intently. Only by ducking quickly behind a large bush had Nancy avoided detection.

  “I’d better be more careful if I don’t want to get caught,” she warned herself.

  As the man continued through the forest Nancy followed, painstakingly avoiding twigs or loose stones. She kept well behind him.

  “Wouldn’t it be a joke on me if he’s just a bird watcher!” She giggled at the thought. “And maybe that package has his lunch in it!”

  Laughing to herself, Nancy picked her way through the woods as she trailed Laura Pendleton’s guardian. Suddenly he disappeared behind a clump of high blueberry bushes. Nancy hurried forward. When she reached the spot the girl detective looked about in all directions.

  “Which way did he go?” she asked herself.

  Jacob Aborn seemed to have vanished into thin air!

  CHAPTER X

  The Danger Sign

  ALERT for possible danger, Nancy moved forward with the utmost caution. It occurred to her that possibly Aborn had become aware he was being followed and had hidden in the bushes to watch the pursuer.

  “I’ll walk into a trap!” Nancy thought with alarm. “Mr. Aborn will learn I’m spying on him and everything will be ruined!”

  With great caution she moved from one bush and tree to another. Laura’s guardian was not hiding behind any of them.

  “That’s funny,” Nancy said to herself.

  She examined the ground, almost expecting there would be a cave or secret tunnel in the vicinity. But the earth was firm and in many places very rocky.

  Finally Nancy came to a tiny clearing. On the far side attached to a large oak was a crudely printed wooden sign which read:

  PRIVATE PROPERTY. KEEP OUT. DANGER!

  “I wonder if that’s where Mr. Aborn went and why?” the young detective asked herself.

  She waited several minutes, then decided to cross the clearing. She was not stopped. Entering the woods again, she saw a dilapidated shack. The windows had been boarded up, and the roof sagged.

  “One good gust of wind would blow the place over,” Nancy said to herself.

  She stepped from among the bushes and stood in the shadow of the trees, curiously surveying the building. Was it possible that Jacob Aborn had entered it?

  Nancy’s eyes searched the ground for footprints. Directly ahead, in the soft earth, she saw the fresh mark of a man’s shoe. Instantly her suspicions were confirmed.

  Jacob Aborn had come this way!

  “I’ll just have a look at this shack,” the young sleuth decided.

  After quickly glancing about to make certain she was not being watched, Nancy hurried forward. Tiptoeing across the front porch, she quietly tried the door. It was locked. Nancy walked around to the rear door and found that it likewise was securely fastened.

  Although disappointed, Nancy was unwilling to give up. Making a complete circuit of the shack, she saw a window from which several boards had fallen. It was too high for her to peer through. Nancy returned to the rear of the building to get an old box that she had seen. She set it beneath the window and mounted it.

  Pressing her face against the glass, she gazed inside. The room, apparently a kitchen, was bare of furniture and covered with dust and cobwebs.

  “I wish I could get inside,” Nancy thought.

  She was about to climb down from the box when a strange feeling came over her. Though she had heard no sound, Nancy sensed that unfriendly eyes were watching her every move.

  Before she could turn around and look over her shoulder, a coarse, angry voice barked into her ear:

  “What are you doing here, young lady?”

  Nancy wheeled and faced Jacob Aborn!

  With as much dignity as she could muster, the girl detective stepped to the ground and regarded the man with composure. His eyes burned with rage.

  “I was merely curious,” Nancy replied. “And may I ask why you are here?”

  “Yes, I’ll tell you. I’m looking for my ward.”

  “You mean Laura Pendleton?”

  “Yes. Who else? I thought maybe she was hiding here. But nobody’s in the shack.”

  “Why in the world would Laura hide in this ramshackle place?” Nancy asked, trying to show as much surprise as possible.

  “Search me,” Mr. Aborn said, then added angrily, his eyes boring Nancy’s, “Laura has run away!”

  “Run away?” Nancy repeated.

  “Yes. Yesterday. I’ll tell you something about that ward of mine—” A crafty light came into Jacob Aborn’s eyes as he went on, “At times she acts unbalanced—thinks folks don’t treat her right.”

  “Indeed?” said Nancy, pretending to be shocked.

  By now Laura’s guardian had calmed down. When he spoke again he was once more the pleasant man Nancy had met at the Montewago HoteL

  “It’s for Laura’s own good that she ought to return home,” he said. “Mrs. Aborn is dreadfully upset. She loves Laura just like a mother. Miss Drew, have you heard from Laura by any chance?”

  Nancy was on her guard. “Why should I hear from her?” she countered. “We never met until that accident on the lake and she came to rescue my friend Helen and me.”

  Mr. Aborn did not pursue the subject. Instead, he said, “Laura’s a nervous, high-strung girl. Why, do you know she locked herself in her room the entire time she was with us—wouldn’t eat, or even let us try to help her?”

  “Terrible!” Nancy said, pretending to be shocked. “Laura does need help.”

  Secretly Nancy felt that Jacob Aborn was telling this version of the locked-door story to cover his own actions, in case they came to light.

  “Have you notified the police, Mr. Aborn?” she asked, probing for further information.

  “We have a private detective working on the matter,” the man stated. “We don’t want any bad publicity because of dear Marie Pendleton’s memory. She entrusted Laura to my care because she knew how much my wife and I would love the girl.”

  Nancy suddenly was finding it hard to concentrate on what Mr. Aborn was saying. Was she wrong or had she heard a sound inside the shack?

  “This is very strange,” she told herself. “But I don’t dare pursue the subject or Mr. Aborn will really become suspicious.” Aloud she said, “I certainly hope Laura is all right. Well, I must go now. I have some friends here at Melrose Lake I plan to call on.” She paused, then added lightly, “In fact, I believe you know them, Mr. Aborn—the Donnell family.”

  The man looked startled, then recovered himself. “Oh, yes. Fine family. Say hello to them for me, please.”

  Nancy promised that she would. Since Mr. Aborn made no move to accompany her, she said good-by and walked rapidly back to the spot where her convertible was parked.

  As Nancy climbed into it, she cast a glance over her shoulder. There was no sign of Mr. Aborn. Had he gone into the shack? Was someone there? Had he been delivering packages to the person?

  Nancy started the car’s motor and backed out to the main road. As she drove along, her thoughts were entirely on Mr. Aborn. She had no doubt but that the man had been lying about Laura’s behavior.

  “I must find out more about that man,” Nancy decided.

  Re
aching the highway, she stopped at a service station, had the gas tank of her car filled, and asked directions to the Donnell home. The attendant told her how to reach the place, and a short while later Nancy drew up before a lovely redwood house located well off the road.

  She got out and rang the front doorbell. There was no answer. Nancy walked around to the back of the house. A gardener was there, trimming the flower beds.

  “Howdy, miss!” the elderly man hailed her. “Looking for the Donnells?”

  “Yes. Are they away?” Nancy inquired.

  “Yep. They’re visiting relatives in Crescent Gardens ’til tonight. Any message?”

  Nancy said no, that she would call again, and thanked the man. As she drove away Nancy was disappointed that she had been unable to pick up any information regarding Mr. Aborn.

  “I don’t want to leave Melrose Lake until I have learned something to help Laura,” she thought. “Mr. Aborn may trace her whereabouts to our home and force Laura to return with him before Dad gets back to town. I suppose he has a legal right to do it.”

  At last an idea came to Nancy. “I’ll go to one of the hotels on the lake and engage a room. Then, after it gets dark, I’ll do a little more investigating.”

  Fortunately, Nancy always carried an overnight case in her car trunk. It contained pajamas and robe, two changes of clothing, toilet articles, and, this time of year, a bathing suit.

  Presently she saw a large white building ahead of her. Its green lawn sloped down to the sandy beach. On the stone pillar at the side of the driveway was the sign: Beach Cliff Hotel.

  “I think I’ll stop here,” Nancy decided. She parked her car and entered the pleasant lobby. In a few minutes she had registered and been taken to a comfortable room overlooking the lake.

  “I’ll telephone home,” Nancy said to herself, “and tell Hannah where I am.”

  As Nancy placed the call, a chilling thought suddenly popped into her mind. Perhaps the detective whom Aborn had engaged had already traced the runaway girl, and knew Nancy had not told all she knew about Laura. If so, Nancy might find that her guest had already been whisked away from the Drew home!