Part 5 (1/2)
She must be buried!”
The old man began raking furiously at the pile of plaster that blocked the corridor. At that mo- ment Nancy was lying stunned on the floor of a closet some distance from where her friends were working. The force of the explosion had hurled her into the large storage closet, then the door had slammed shut. The corridor ceiling had fallen, sealing off the entrance to the closet.
When she regained consciousness Nancy found herself in total darkness and wondered where she was. Slowly the dazed girl got to her feet and felt around her prison. At last she found a door and tried it. It would not budge, and there was no other exit.
”What'll I do?” she thought. ”And where is George?”
Suddenly Nancy heard her name being called.
With all her strength she pushed against the door. It yielded slightly. Through the crack she shouted, ”George!”
”Nancy! Where are you?” came a m.u.f.fled reply.
”Here! In the closet!”
Salty and George leaped across the rubble.
With the rake and their hands and feet they cleared away enough of the debris to free Nancy.
As she squeezed outside, Salty mumbled: ”Thank goodness you're alive!”
George embraced her friend in excited relief.
”You feel all right?”
”I think so. What caused the explosion?”
Suddenly Nancy recalled the two men who had run from the building. ”What became of those men who were in here? Did you see them, Salty?”
The clam digger shook his head. ”I saw no one.”
Nancy, George, and Salty plunged through the marsh gra.s.s toward the riverbank. The damaged motorboat was no longer there.
”Those rascals sneaked away, drat 'em!” Salty muttered in disgust. ”Do you think that makes 'em guilty, Nancy?”
”Guilty on two counts,” the girl replied.
”Guilty of damaging the boat I rented, and most likely, guilty of causing the explosion.”
”But why set off an explosion?” George asked.
Nancy shrugged. She did not want to mention any of her theories just yet, but it occurred to her that Daniel Hector may have been covering up some incriminating evidence against himself. Mrs.
Fenimore had vehemently declared that she did not trust the lawyer.
During the trip back to Salty's dock, the clam digger and the girls kept their eyes open for the blue-and-white motorboat. But they did not see it.
”I'll be glad to take ye on a trip again,” the amiable man offered when they reached River Heights.
Nancy thanked him. On the way home she was thoughtful, and could hardly wait for the moment when she could talk to her father. In his den after dinner she told about Daniel Hector's apparent connection with the explosion at the Heath but- ton factory.
”But why would Hector want to damage prop- erty he's obligated to look after?” Mr. Drew asked.
”It doesn't make sense.”
”I'm sure there's a great deal more to the Heath case than Juliana's disappearance,” Nancy de- clared. ”The explosion today, for example. There may be something pretty sinister in back of it all.”
”I agree with you,” Mr. Drew said soberly.
”Nancy, I know it's useless to ask you to give up trying to solve a mystery-”
”Oh, it is, Dad!”
”At least I can ask you to be careful. Remem- ber, you're my one and only daughter.”
”I'll keep it in mind,” she said, hugging him affectionately. ”Now, about the Heath affair. Isn't it possible that Hector has been investigating the property himself, hoping to discover the due Walter Heath mentioned in his will?”
”You mean the one by which Juliana can iden- tify herself beyond all doubt?”
”Yes, Dad. If a dishonest person stumbled upon that clue, it might be possible for him to have an impostor claim the fortune.”
”That wouldn't be so easy, Nancy. A number of persons knew Juliana.”
”But,” Nancy countered, ”if she has been through a terrible experience of some kind, she could have changed so much even her own sister wouldn't recognize her.”
”True. I follow your reasoning. Nevertheless, any woman who put in a claim would have to satisfy the court that it was a just one.”
Nancy glanced steadily at her father. ”Do you think Mr. Hector has really tried to find Juliana?
If he isn't honest-”
”Nancy, I don't like to think the man would be involved in anything underhanded. I don't ap- prove of his methods in handling law cases, but there is no proof that he has actually done any- thing dishonest.”
”But you admit,” Nancy said, ”that the Heath case looks suspicious?”
”Yes, I do, Nancy.”
His daughter went on, ”I've even thought that maybe Juliana is being held a prisoner some- where.”
Mr. Drew looked surprised. ”In the castle?”
”Who knows?” Nancy replied. ”Dad, I can't decide where to begin looking for her. The ex- plosion today kind of changed my plans.”
”In what way?”
”I heard that Walter Heath made scientific ex- periments at his estate. If Mr. Hector suspects there's a secret within those crumbling walls-”