NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible. She had just delivered some legal papers for her father.
Mr. Drew and his wife
Mary Mason.
Luther, bring the gatekeeper quickly! Bell ordered. Just how did you get in, Miss Drew?I came in at the entrance, Nancy replied. The larkspur is beautiful.
I still think Barty must be a crook,
I love Nancy Drew!
Alan