“She’s the one who was in the gray car!” the young detective said to herself.
Getting up abruptly, Nancy thrust both drawings into her handbag and hurriedly left the bus station. A glance revealed that the woman’s accomplice was waiting nearby, so she started walking in the opposite direction.
“I’ll be safe if I stay within sight of other people,” Nancy reasoned, clutching her handbag. “If it’s the half map they want, I must finish the second copy quickly and put it somewhere.”
A block away Nancy came to a large department store. Turning into it, she made her way to the third floor. She located a telephone booth and closed herself into it.
“I’ll be okay here for a few minutes,” she thought, opening her purse. “Now to finish copying the map.”
She completed the sketch in less than five minutes. Realizing that both drawings could be stolen, Nancy came to a sudden decision. She sealed her original sketch in an envelope which she addressed to her father, then discovered she had no stamp.
“I’ll mail it at the post office. I may be followed, but I must take the risk.”
Nancy hoped that she had not been observed entering the store, but when she emerged from the building, the woman and the man were waiting. As she walked hurriedly along the street they followed in their car.
“They’re afraid to approach me now,” she reasoned, “but if I’m alone for a minute I’ll have trouble. I wonder if they’re in league with Spike Doty.”
Nancy entered the post office, bought a stamp, and mailed the map. She remained in the building for a few minutes, allowing herself exactly enough time to reach the bus station before Ned was due to arrive.
Her watch proved to be accurate, for as she came within view of the station she saw three buses coming down the street. With a sigh of relief she quickened her step and joined the crowd of passengers waiting to get on.
The farthest bus finally came to a standstill. Nancy caught a glimpse of Ned alighting from the last bus and waved to him.
As the passengers pushed toward the first bus, someone brushed against her. Nancy felt a slight tug on her arm. Startled, she whirled around in time to see a man running down the street.
“My purse!” she cried out. “My purse has been stolen!”
CHAPTER VI
Sudden Danger
AT Nancy’s cry of distress a number of people turned around, but no one tried to stop the fleeing thief. He was soon out of sight. A policeman appeared on the scene and questioned Nancy about the purse snatcher.
“His car’s over there!” she exclaimed, pointing. “And the woman with him—” Nancy stopped speaking abruptly. “Why—it’s gone!” She felt sick over the turn of events.
“Suppose you tell me the whole story,” the policeman said kindly.
Nancy did not wish to disclose the details of her recent adventure and its connection with the current mystery. She stated simply, “A woman and a man followed me here in a gray sedan. I believe he was the same one who snatched my purse. He’s about six feet tall, sandy-haired, and very thin.
“The woman is about thirty-five, average height, and rather heavy. She has light-brown hair and hazel eyes.”
Nancy paused, then added, “I’d say the man is older than she is. They both wore navy-blue suits.”
“Did you have much money with you?”
“Practically none. There were a few personal articles, though, that I hate to lose.”
As Nancy was talking to the policeman, Ned Nickerson, a handsome, athletic young man, came through the group.
“Hello, Nancy,” he greeted her anxiously. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you all about it in a minute,” she promised.
Nancy thanked the officer for his help, then she and Ned went to a quiet corner of the waiting room where they could talk.
“Now tell me everything,” he insisted.
When Nancy finished relating her afternoon adventures, Ned asked, “Do you have any idea what they are after?”
“This.” From her dress pocket she removed a copy of Tomlin Smith’s map and showed it to him. “When I was in the store’s telephone booth, I transferred my money and this paper from my handbag to my pocket.”
Ned studied the crude drawing. “It looks like a lesson in geography. Half a lesson at that.”
“That’s just what it is—half a map showing where a treasure is buried.”
“Belonging to Captain Kidd?”
“I know it may sound fantastic, but this is a clue to an inheritance buried on some Atlantic island,” Nancy declared.
Next, she told him the entire story of Rocky Edge, its eccentric owners, and the vanishing man in the music studio.
Ned grinned. “Guess I won’t be seeing much of you for a while with two mysteries to solve—especially when you’re off to some lonely island.” Then, with a wide grin, he added, “Unless we go sailing for gold together!”
The two laughed and Ned glanced at his watch. If they were to reach Emerson College before dinnertime, they must leave at once.
“Do you mind delaying a few minutes longer while I buy a purse and a few things I must replace?” Nancy asked.
“Give you fifteen minutes,” he conceded.
She completed her shopping, then they started off in Nancy’s car. At the fraternity house, she was greeted by Mrs. Haines, the housemother, and several young women. All of them had been invited to spend the night.
As Nancy started upstairs to shower and dress for the dance, someone called out, “Telephone for Nancy Drew!”
“For me?” she asked in surprise, retracing her steps. “Maybe it’s Dad.”
The caller proved to be Ellen Smith, who spoke in an agitated voice.
“Nancy, I’m sorry to bother you,” she apologized. “It’s about Mrs. Chatham. She came to see me at college today and absolutely insists that I give her my decision about the position in three days. What shall I tell her?”
“I’ll talk to Mrs. Chatham tomorrow,” Nancy promised. “Don’t do anything until I see you.”
“I really can’t afford to turn down the job.”
“I understand,” Nancy assured her. “Don’t worry about it, Ellen. If it seems unwise for you to take the position, I’ll try to find another one for you.”
“Oh, I knew you’d think of something,” the other girl said gratefully. “You’re a darling.”
After Ellen had hung up, Nancy decided to phone her home and tell her father what had happened. Hannah Gruen answered and said Mr. Drew was not there.
“I’m so glad you called,” the housekeeper said, her voice unsteady.
“What’s wrong? You sound upset.”
“About half an hour ago a man phoned. He didn’t give his name, but he had the most unpleasant voice!”
“What did he say?”
“‘Layoff the Tomlin matter or you’ll be sorry.’ Those were his exact words. Oh, Nancy, that warning was meant for you. And to think that I suggested you take an interest in the Smiths’ problems!”
After a somewhat lengthy conversation Nancy convinced the housekeeper that there was no immediate cause for alarm. She did not mention the incident at the Hamilton bus station, knowing it would only add to Mrs. Gruen’s uneasiness.
Later, as Nancy was dressing, she speculated as to who the strange caller might have been. Spike Doty or the purse snatcher? Finally she decided to forget both for the evening.
When Nancy descended the stairs in her striking white dress, she saw Ned’s face light up with admiration. “Wow!” he exclaimed with a smile. “May I have the honor?”
“You may,” Nancy replied.
The couple linked arms and strolled into the main dining room which was attractively decorated in the college’s colors of purple and orange. Several of Ned’s classmates gave Nancy an admiring glance and an exaggerated nod of approval to her escort.
After dinner there was an inter-fraternity dance in the gymnasium. Nancy thoroughly enjoyed herself. During an intermission Nancy noticed one of Ned’s fraternity brothers walking toward them.
“I don’t know him very well,” Ned whispered. “He came to Emerson just this year. His name is Bill Tomlin.”
“Tomlin?” Nancy asked.
“Why, yes, do you know him?”
“I didn’t tell you, Ned, but the old sea captain had that same last name. They’re probably not even distantly related but I must check every possible clue.”
Bill Tomlin, pleasant and humorous, asked to dance with her. As they moved across the floor, she casually inquired if any member of his family had followed the sea.
“My grandfather’s brother was a sea captain,” he replied. “He had twin sons and I understand one of them was a sea captain. I don’t know what became of the other brother.”
Nancy tried not to show her mounting excitement. She asked, “Do you know if the captain is still living and where he might be found?”
Before her dance partner could reply, the music stopped abruptly. The bass drum thumped loudly and the chairman of the dance committee, Jeff Garwin, rose to speak.
“Your attention, please!” he said over the microphone. “I have an important announcement to make. The next event on our program is the presentation of a pantomime produced by members of the Emerson College Dramatic Club.
“As you all know, it is our custom each year to select an attractive young lady to preside over the event. She will wear the Festival Robe and Crown. After careful consideration by a committee of faculty and students, a choice has been made.”
A hush fell over the audience as the announcer paused a long moment.
“Will Miss Nancy Drew please come to the stage,” he said, smiling down at the girl.
The students clapped and whistled. Though startled, Nancy responded with poise and mounted the improvised stage. She donned a white robe, a golden paper crown, and accepted the seat of honor.
Lights were dimmed and the presentation of the pantomime began. It was impossible to tell who the players were, because they all wore black masks. Nancy thought she could identify Ned as a Black Demon, but before she could be sure, all the lights were suddenly extinguished.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” masculine voices called. “Is this part of the show?”
After several minutes of confusion the lights were turned on.
“I’m sorry for the interruption,” the emcee said in apology. “Someone thought he’d play a practical joke, I guess.”
“And steal the queen?” Bill Tomlin added, gazing toward the stage.
The draped chair which Nancy had occupied was vacant.
“Where is she?” Ned demanded, stepping forward in alarm and removing his mask.
The announcer’s voice was unsteady as he spoke. “No doubt Nancy Drew has stepped outside for a breath of air.”
The explanation seemed to satisfy the audience, but Bill and Ned realized that Jeff did not believe this himself. The three hurried outside and began a search for the missing girl.
But by now Nancy was several miles away, a captive in a gray car which raced over the country-side. When the lights had been extinguished during the pantomime, a masked man, whom Nancy assumed to be one of the players, had glided to her side.
“Come with me!” he had commanded.
Thinking that it was part of the show, Nancy had obeyed. No sooner had she reached the hall than a woman appeared from behind a screen of palms. The pair were the same couple who had trailed her to Hamilton and snatched her handbag! They gagged Nancy and hustled her into the rear of a waiting car. The man jumped into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t make a move or try to escape,” he rasped as the woman removed the gag. “Just hand over the map and you won’t be harmed.”
Nancy squirmed sideways on the car seat, peering at the woman who gripped her arm.
“So it was you who switched off the lights,” Nancy remarked.
“Just hand over that map or I’ll take it from you,” the woman said.
“I have no map.” “Don’t try to pull anything on us. You thought you were so clever removing it from your handbag this afternoon. Where is it?”
“I’m not in the habit of carrying maps in party dresses!” Nancy countered.
“All right, don’t tell us!” the woman snapped. “But understand this. You’re going to be our prisoner until we get it.”
The threat filled Nancy with despair. She did not doubt the couple’s intentions. If they should contact her father, he would turn over his copy of the map to insure her release.
Nancy set her jaw grimly. She must think of some way out of this situation!
CHAPTER VII
Ghosts
THE automobile was approaching a traffic light. Nancy decided that if the signal turned red she would make a desperate attempt to escape. First she must distract the woman’s attention.
“It would be very foolish of you to hold me prisoner,” she said in a firm tone of voice. “Especially since the original map has been stolen.”
“We know all about that,” the man answered.
“Perhaps you engineered the theft,” Nancy said coldly.
“Not on your life! I overheard Tomlin Smith tell about the map and the duplicate you made of it. You’ve got it!”
The woman added, “You sneaked it out of your purse this afternoon!”
“Are you sure I was the one who removed it? Maybe your friend can explain what happened to it. Why don’t you ask him?” Nancy suggested.
The man slammed on the brakes to keep from passing through the red traffic light. Angrily he glared over his shoulder at Nancy.
“What are you trying to do? Stir up trouble?” he demanded. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never took that map from your pocketbook.”
“Your conscience seems to be bothering you,” Nancy said.
“Fred, if you think you can double-cross me—” the woman shouted. “If you have—”
“Oh, shut up, Irene!” the man bellowed. “You make me tired!”
“You’re working with Doty and leaving me out!” she accused him, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. “You want to get all the money for yourself and cut me out!”