"The Tophams have a bungalow up here, haven't they?" she questioned casually.
"Yes, it's across the lake," Helen replied. "We'll come to it soon."
"Is anyone staying there now?"
"Oh, no, the cottage is closed. It's being looked after by Jeff Tucker, the caretaker. He's the tallest, skinniest man I've ever seen outside a circus."
"Is it hard to get to the place?"
"Not if you go by launch. But it's a long way if you take the road around the lake." Helen looked at her friend. "I didn't know you were particularly interested in the Tophams, Nancy."
"Oh, they're not friends of mine, as you know," Nancy returned hastily. "I was merely curious."
After a time, as the launch slowed down and chugged along close to shore, Helen pointed out a wide path through the woods. At the end of it stood a large, rambling white cottage.
"That's the Topham place," she said.
Trying not to appear too eager, Nancy looked intently at the bungalow. She made a quick mental note of its location.
"Tomorrow I'll visit that place and try to solve the mystery!" she told herself.