An Unpleasant Meeting
"WHAT are your plans for this morning, Nancy?" her father asked at the breakfast table.
"I thought I'd do a little shopping," she replied. Her eyes twinkled. "There's a dance coming up at the country club and I'd like to get a new dress."
"Then will you phone me about lunch? Or better still, how about eating with me, whether Mr. Rolsted comes or not?"
"I'll be there!" Nancy declared gaily.
"All right. Drop in at my office about twelve-thirty. If Mr. Rolsted does accept my invitation, we'll try to find out something about Josiah Crow-ley's wills." Mr. Drew pushed back his chair. "I must hurry now or I'll be late getting downtown."
After her father had left, Nancy finished her breakfast, then went to the kitchen to help Hannah Gruen, who had already left the table.
"Any errands for me?" Nancy asked.
"Yes, dear. Here's a list," the housekeeper replied. "And good luck with your detective work."
Hannah Gruen gazed at the girl affectionately and several thoughts raced through her mind. In school Nancy had been very popular and had made many friends. But through no fault of her own, she had made two enemies, Ada and Isabel Topham. This worried Hannah. The sisters, intensely jealous of Nancy, had tried to discredit her in positions she had held in school. But loyal friends had always sprung to Nancy's defense. As a result, Ada and Isabel had become more unpleasant than ever to Nancy.
"Thanks for your encouragement," she said to Hannah a little later, giving her a hug.
"Whatever you do, Nancy, beware of those Topham sisters. They'd be only too happy to make things difficult for you."
"I promise to be on my guard."
Before leaving the house, Nancy phoned the Turners. She was glad to hear that Judy had suffered no ill effects from her fall. But she was disappointed that the police had found no clue to the thieves who had stolen the silverware.
"Please let me know if you learn anything," Nancy said, and Edna promised to do so.
Becomingly dressed in a tan cotton suit, Nancy set off in her convertible for the shopping district. She drove down the boulevard, and upon reaching the more congested streets, made her way skillfully through heavy traffic, then pulled into a parking lot.
"I think I'll try Taylor's Department Store first for a dress," she decided.
Taylor's was one of River Heights' finest stores. Nancy purchased several items for Hannah on the main floor, then went directly to the misses' wearing apparel section on the second floor.
Usually Nancy had no trouble finding a sales-clerk. But this particular morning seemed to be an especially busy one in the department, and an extra rush of customers had temporarily overwhelmed the sales force.
Nancy sat down in a convenient chair to await her turn. Her thoughts wandered to the Turner sisters and little Judy. Would she be able to help them? She was suddenly brought out of her reverie by loud-voiced complaints.
"We've been standing here nearly ten minutes!" a shrill voice declared. "Send a saleswoman to us immediately!"
Nancy turned to see Ada and Isabel Topham speaking to the floor manager.
"I'm afraid I can't," the man replied regretfully. "There are a number of others ahead of you. All our salespeople are—"
"Perhaps you don't know who we are!" Ada interrupted rudely.
"Indeed I do," the floor manager told her wearily. "I will have a saleswoman here in a few moments. If you will only wait—"
"We're not accustomed to waiting," Isabel Topham told him icily.
"Such service!" Ada chimed in. "Do you realize that my father owns considerable stock in Taylor's? If we report your conduct to him, he could have you discharged."
"I'm sorry," the harassed man apologized. "But it is a rule of the store. You must await your turn."
Ada tossed her head and her eyes flashed angrily. This did nothing to improve her looks. In spite of the expensive clothes she wore, Ada was not attractive. She was very thin and sallow, with an expression of petulance. Now that her face was distorted with anger, she was almost ugly.
Isabel, the pride of the Topham family, was rather pretty, but her face lacked character. She had acquired an artificially elegant manner of speaking which, although irritating, was sometimes amusing. It was her mother's ambition that Isabel marry into a socially prominent family.
"I pity any future husband of hers!" Nancy thought with a chuckle.
Suddenly Ada and Isabel saw Nancy, who nodded a greeting. Isabel coldly returned the nod, but Ada gave no indication that she had even noticed Nancy.
At that moment a saleswoman hurried toward the Topham sisters. At once they began to shower abuse upon the young woman for her failure to wait on them sooner.
"What is it you wish to look at, Miss Topham?" the clerk said, flushing.
The saleswoman brought out several dresses. Nancy watched curiously as the Tophams, in an unpleasant frame of mind, tossed aside beautiful models with scarcely a second glance. They found fault with every garment.
"This is a very chic gown," the saleswoman told them hopefully, as she displayed a particularly attractive dress of lace and chiffon. "It arrived only this morning."
Ada picked it up, gave the dress one careless glance, then tossed it into a chair, as the distracted clerk went off to bring other frocks.
The fluffy gown slipped to the floor in a crumpled mass. To Nancy's horror Ada stepped on it as she turned to examine another dress. In disgust, Nancy went to pick it up.
"Leave that alone!" Ada cried out, her eyes blazing. "Nobody asked for your help."
"Are you buying this?" Nancy asked evenly.
"It's none of your business!"
As Nancy continued to hold the dress, Ada in a rage snatched it from her hands, causing a long tear in the chiffon skirt.
"Oh!" Isabel cried out. "Now you've done it! We'd better get out of here, Ada!"
"And why?" her haughty sister shrilled. "It was Nancy Drew's fault! She's always making trouble."