Read The Bungalow Mystery Online
Authors: Carolyn Keene
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The Bungalow Mystery (6 page)
“Don’t worry about that,” said Hannah. “I can get around. Have a good time, dear.”
When Nancy left the house she consulted the list Mr. Drew had given her. Mrs. William Farley, the first name on the paper, lived on Acorn Street, seven blocks from the Drew residence.
Nancy set out at a brisk pace, rehearsing in her mind the approach on which she had decided. One of the girl’s favorite community projects was a recreational youth center located in downtown River Heights. The center always needed volunteer helpers as well as entertainers for the children.
“A good way to find out something about Dad’s suspects,” Nancy decided, “is to see how they will respond to a needy cause. And I’ll be telling the truth when I say that I’m working for the organization.”
This resolved, Nancy soon reached a modest white house which was set back from the street a short distance. The front walk was outlined with pink and white petunias and the grass was well tended.
Nancy rang the bell. The door was opened almost immediately by an elderly woman with wavy white hair and the greenest, most alert, eyes Nancy had ever seen.
“Yes?” she inquired pleasantly.
Nancy introduced herself, then explained the purpose of her call. She was invited inside.
“Please be seated,” said the woman, sitting down herself. Nancy chose a Duncan Phyfe rocking chair covered with a black floral print.
The hostess smiled. “I’d be glad to help you with your project, my dear,” she said, “although I have no talent. Also, I don’t leave this house very much. I’m a recent widow, you see, and I haven’t been too well lately.”
Nancy expressed sympathy and said she understood completely. She liked this friendly little woman on first sight.
“Would a small check help your cause?” the widow asked. “Perhaps you could buy some equipment for the children.”
“That would be wonderful,” Nancy said. “But I’m not soliciting funds.”
Mrs. Farley smiled shyly. “I realize this,” she said. “But there’s so little I can do to help others. Mr. Farley left most of his estate, which was modest, in trust. And I have only a tiny income to live on.”
The woman arose, and despite Nancy’s protests, went to the desk where she wrote out a check.
Nancy thanked her profusely, for she realized that this was a sacrifice on the widow’s part.
“I’m glad I can help,” said Mrs. Farley. “Please come see me again and tell me how the youth center is coming along.”
Nancy promised to do this. After a few more minutes of conversation, she bade Mrs. Farley good-by and left the house.
“If I’m a judge of human nature,” thought Nancy, “that woman never did a mean thing in her life!”
When she reached the sidewalk, Nancy took out Mr. Drew’s list from her handbag. Thoughtfully she crossed out Mrs. Farley’s name.
Herbert Brown, the next suspect, lived in River Heights Estates, a rather exclusive housing area located on the outskirts of the city.
“It’s kind of a long walk,” Nancy told herself. “But it will do me good.”
As Nancy strolled along, she was so engrossed with her thoughts that she failed to notice a tan sedan whose driver cruised by, honked the horn, then pulled over to the curb.
As the door opened, a good-looking young man about eighteen called, “Hi, Nancy!”
To her surprise, she saw Don Cameron, who had been a fellow student in River Heights High School. Nancy had, in fact, gone to the Spring Prom with the tall, black-haired boy.
“Hello, Don,” she said. “What are you doing home? I thought you were working on your uncle’s farm this summer before going to college.”
Don grinned engagingly. “I’ve been picking string beans and berries and hoeing potatoes for nearly a month,” he replied. “But I have a leave of absence to attend my sister’s wedding this Friday.”
Nancy had read of Janet Cameron’s wedding plans in the
River Heights Gazette
two weeks before. “Jan must be excited!” she exclaimed.
River Heights Gazette
two weeks before. “Jan must be excited!” she exclaimed.
“Everyone at home is going ’round in circles,” Don stated, laughing. “Bill Bent, my brother-in-law-to-be, is no better.
“By the way, Nancy,” Don continued, “I intended calling you later today. If you’re free Thursday afternoon and evening I’d like to have you go to a barbecue party with me. It’s being given in honor of Jan and Bill.”
“I’d love to,” said Nancy. “Where will it be?”
“At the Herbert Browns’ home in River Heights Estates,” Don said. “Their daughter, Lynn, is Jan’s maid of honor.”
Herbert Brown! One of the possible suspects in the bank security theft! Nancy could scarcely conceal her excitement. Although she did not like the idea of spying on a host, here was an excellent chance for her to find out what Mr. Brown was like.
“What time does the barbecue begin?” Nancy asked.
“I’ll call for you at four,” said Don.
He offered to drive Nancy home, and she hopped in beside him. When the young sleuth entered the house, she found Hannah in the living room.
“My goodness,” the housekeeper exclaimed, “you haven’t solved the mystery already!”
“I gave up,” Nancy teased.
“What!”
With a grin Nancy told why she had postponed her trip. “I’ll get some lunch for us,” Nancy offered, “and then drive to the other two places on the list.”
Hannah chuckled. “Since you said you’d be home,” she said, “I prepared a fresh fruit salad—it’s in the refrigerator. And rolls ready to pop into the oven.”
“You’re a fine patient!” Nancy scolded.
“I feel better keeping busy,” Hannah countered.
Nancy asked whether there had been any telephone calls in her absence.
“No. But you did get a post card in the mail.” Nancy went to the mail tray in the hall and recognized Helen Corning’s writing. The message read:
Dear Nancy:
Aunt June and I have decided to take a week’s automobile trip up North. Will return directly to River Heights. Plan to stop and see Laura Pendleton on our way. Hope Hannah is better.
Love,
Helen
Helen
Nancy read the card aloud and commented, “I hope Helen lets me know how everything is at the Aborns’ home. Anyway, I’m going to call Laura myself in a few days to find out how she is and make a date with her to come here.”
“Do you think her guardian will let her leave his care so soon?” the housekeeper asked, as she reached for her crutches.
When there was no reply, Hannah looked out toward the hall. Nancy’s normally rosy complexion was deadly white. She looked as if she were about to faint!
CHAPTER VII
A Startling Assignment
“NANCY! Nancy! What’s wrong with you?” Hannah cried out, as she tried to hurry to the girl’s side.
As the housekeeper limped toward her, Nancy snapped to attention. “I’m all right, Hannah,” she said. “But Helen’s post card—it brought back the phone call I had this morning—”
Nancy told Mrs. Gruen about the call which had ended so abruptly with a cry of pain. “The caller’s voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it,” she explained. “Now I think I know who it was.”
“Who?” said Hannah.
“Laura Pendleton! I believe someone was trying to stop her from talking to me!”
“Mercy!” Hannah exclaimed, sinking weakly into a soft chair. “Do you think it was one of the Aborns, Nancy? And why would they do such a thing?”
Nancy shrugged. “I’m going to call the Aborn home right now.”
While Hannah listened nervously, Nancy picked up the phone and dialed Information. When the operator replied, Nancy asked for Jacob Aborn’s number.
The operator cut off for a minute, then reported, “I’m sorry, miss, but that number has been temporarily disconnected!”
“Can you tell me when this was done?” Nancy requested tersely.
“I’m sorry. I have no further information.”
Nancy thanked the operator and hung up.
“It sounds suspicious,” Hannah remarked, “but, Nancy, the Aborns may have changed their plans and gone away with Laura for a vacation somewhere else.”
“I know one way to find out,” said Nancy with determination. She reminded Hannah of the young couple, Cathy and Jim Donnell, who had helped move the fallen tree at Melrose Lake.
“I’ll ask them if they’ve seen Laura or the Aborns,” Nancy explained.
Hannah sighed. “You’re just like your father,” she said, “and he certainly is astute. But I’m worried that you’re becoming involved in another complicated mystery.”
Nancy tweaked Hannah’s cheek. “The more there are, the better I like them!”
The housekeeper smiled. She said that while Nancy was calling Cathy and Jim she would put lunch on the table.
“Fine. I’ll help you in a moment.”
As Hannah hobbled to the kitchen, Nancy got the Donnells’ number and dialed it. After two rings a girl’s voice said, “Hello!”
“Cathy?” Nancy inquired.
“Yes.”
Nancy gave her name. “Do you remember me?” she asked.
“Of course,” said Cathy. “My family and I were talking about you just a short while ago. Jim and I told them about the Aborns’ being home and we all went over this morning to say hello and meet Laura. But the house was closed. Nobody’s staying there.”
“Oh!” said Nancy, disappointed. She explained that this was her reason for calling, and told of the Aborns’ telephone having been disconnected.
Cathy already knew this, and added, “Dad found a note on the back porch telling the milk-man to discontinue deliveries until further notice.”
“Cathy, does Mr. Aborn own a foreign make of car?” Nancy queried.
“Why, no,” Cathy replied. She added that her parents thought the Aborns might have planned suddenly to take a short trip somewhere. “I’m sure that we’ll hear from them in a few days. If we do, I’ll call you, Nancy.”
“Fine,” said the young detective. “Remember me to Jim. Good-by.”
Deeply troubled, Nancy went to the kitchen and told Hannah what Cathy had said.
“Chances are,” said the housekeeper, “the call you received this morning was not from Laura at all. You know a lot of people, dear.”
Nancy replied that usually when someone had to break a telephone conversation in an abrupt manner the person called back as soon as possible to explain what had happened.
“That’s true,” Hannah admitted. “It’s very strange.”
After lunch Hannah said she was going next door to visit with Mrs. Gleason. Nancy helped her to the neighbor’s front porch. Then Nancy backed her convertible from the garage and headed for Mr. Drew’s downtown office.
“I’ll report my progress so far regarding his suspects.”
Nancy parked the car in a lot adjoining a large building where lawyers, doctors, and other professional people had offices. Mr. Drew’s suite was on the fifth floor. A few minutes later Nancy greeted her father’s secretary, Miss Hanson.
“My, how pretty you look, Nancy!” said the efficient young woman, who had been with Carson Drew for the past five years.
“Thank you.” Nancy blushed a trifle. “You look lovely yourself.”
When the lawyer learned that his daughter had arrived, Carson Drew at once asked Nancy to come into his office.
“I can see by the gleam in your eyes, Nancy, that you have some information for me.”
Nancy told him of her interview with Mrs. Farley. “In my opinion, she’s a woman of very fine character.” Then Nancy mentioned the invitation to the barbecue party at Mr. Herbert Brown’s home.
Mr. Drew raised his eyes and chuckled. “Better than I expected.”
“My main reason for coming was to tell you something else,” Nancy said.
She quickly reviewed the latest developments in the Laura Pendleton case. Mr. Drew listened quietly. Finally he said:
“There’s something odd about all this. Nancy, I must leave River Heights on the three-o’clock plane this afternoon for Cincinnati, but I’ll be home by Sunday. Why don’t we plan to drive to the Aborns’ home later that afternoon and see for ourselves what the story is? They may have returned by then.”
“That’s a grand idea!” Nancy exclaimed. Then, knowing that he was busy, she kissed her father good-by and wished him a successful trip.
“I’ll call you every night at eight!” Mr. Drew promised, and Nancy left the office.
On the way down in the elevator, Nancy asked Hank, the operator, if he knew where Hilo Street was located. Mrs. John Stewart, the third suspect, lived in an apartment at this address.
“I know the general area,” Nancy added. “It’s about three miles from here on the eastern side of the city.”
“That’s right,” Hank said. “It’s a classy neighborhood! All high-priced apartment buildings. I believe Hilo Street runs off East Main.”
Nancy thanked him, then went to her convertible. She drove carefully through the city traffic and finally reached Hilo Street. Mrs. Stewart’s apartment house was Number 76.
Nancy scanned the buildings and found that this one was the largest on the street. It was ultramodern in design and about twenty stories high. After parking her car, she smoothed her hair and got out.
A red-coated doorman nodded pleasantly to the young detective as she entered the building a minute later. Nancy checked the directory and saw that Mrs. Stewart was in Apartment Three on the fourth floor. She rang the elevator button.
Almost instantly, aluminum doors slid open noiselessly, and Nancy stepped inside the carpeted elevator. It was self-operated, and Nancy pushed the fourth-floor control.
Her heart was pounding with excitement. Would Mrs. Stewart prove to be a link in the embezzlement case? Nancy hoped to find a clue this time!
When the elevator stopped at the fourth floor, Nancy got out and easily located Apartment Three. She pressed the doorbell.
A trim-looking maid, a rather harassed expression on her pretty face, opened the door immediately. “Oh, hello!” she said. “You must be the walker.”
“Why, no—” Nancy began, but before she could explain, the maid went into the living room, leaving the door ajar.
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