our plans for her. But he did not carry out his promise."
Nancy smiled understandingly and made, no comment. But she did wonder why Mr. Crowley had changed his mind.
"Josiah went to live with some other cousins. After that, things changed. He rarely came to see us. But he was here just last February and said the same thing—that Edna and I were to inherit money from him. He had always helped us and it seemed strange that he should stop so suddenly."
Mary Turner looked at Nancy. "Maybe you know our well-to-do cousins that he went to stay with. They live in River Heights. They're the Richard Tophams."
"Do they have two daughters named Ada and Isabel?" Nancy asked. "If so, I know them."
"That's the family all right," replied Mary.
Nancy detected a hint of coolness in the woman's voice. "Do you like those two girls?" Miss Turner asked.
Nancy did not answer at once. She had been taught never to gossip. But finally she said tactfully, "Ada and Isabel were in high school with me. They were never my close friends. We—uh—didn't see eye to eye on various things."
By this time Mary Turner had selected a few items from the first-aid chest. Now she went to the refrigerator for some ice cubes. As she arranged the various articles on a tray, she said, "Well, when Cousin Josiah passed away, to our amazement Richard Topham produced a will which made him executor of the Crowley estate and left all the money to him, his wife, and the two girls."
"Yes. I did read that in the newspaper," Nancy recalled. "Is the estate a large one?"
"I understand there's considerable money in it," Mary Turner replied. "Some of Josiah's other cousins say he told them the same thing he told us, and they are planning to go to court about the matter." The woman shrugged. "But I guess a fight to break the will would be hopeless. Nevertheless, Edna and I cannot help feeling there must be a later will, although as yet no one has presented it."
Nancy followed Miss Turner into the living room. The cold compresses helped to reduce the swelling where Judy had hit her head on a rock. Convinced now that the little girl was all right, Nancy said she must leave.
"Come to see me again soon," Judy spoke up. "I like you, Nancy. "You're my saving girl."
"You bet I'll come," Nancy answered. "I like you too. You're a good sport!"
The child's great-aunts profusely thanked Nancy again for rescuing Judy. The visitor had barely reached the door when Edna suddenly said, "Mary, where's our silver teapot?"
"Why, right there on the tea table— Oh, it's gone!"
Edna ran into the dining room. "The silver candlesticks! They're gone too!"
Nancy had paused in the doorway, startled. "Do you mean the pieces have been stolen?" she asked.
"They must have been," replied Mary Turner, who was white with apprehension. "By those men who bought some furniture from us!"
Instantly Nancy thought of the men in the van. "Who were the men?" she asked.
"Oh, Mary, how could we have been so careless?" Edna Turner wailed. "We don't know who the men were. They just knocked on the door and asked if we had any old furniture that we wanted to sell. We'll never get the silver back!"
"Maybe you will!" said Nancy. "I'll call the police."
"Oh dear!" Mary said woefully. "Our phone is out of order."
"Then I'll try to catch up to the van!" Nancy declared. "What did the men look like?"
"They were short and heavy-set. One had dark hair, the other light. They had kind of large noses. That's about all I noticed."
"Me too," said Edna.
With a hasty good-by Nancy dashed from the house and ran to her car.