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“Tonight I'll be reading Nancy Drew, and the secret of the old clock by Caroline Keene,”

chapter 10 to 12. In the previous chapters, after a further visit to the hornar sisters, Nancy found out that there were three other sets of relatives who were supposedly meant to factor in to Crowley's secret will.

After visiting the first tomb, she gained no more information than she had before.

But after a visit to Abigail Rowan, an old neglected lady, living by herself, she learned that Abigail had seen the will. Unfortunately, her own age meant her memory was hazy on the details, and she struggled to remember where he had put it. Until something suddenly peaked her interest in her living room clock.

Before we begin tonight's story, let's get ourselves ready for sleep, start by taking a deep, relaxing breath, and settle your body in whatever way feels most comfortable. Now let any thoughts of the day drift away from your mind, and simply follow the sound of my voice. So let your eyes form heavy, and your breath soften, as we settle in for a peaceful night's

deep.

When the mantle clock finished striking the hour of three, Abigail Rowan's lips began

to move. Nancy drew leaned forward eagerly, fearful, less to single word escape her. She sensed that the striking of the clock at a psychological moment, it started a train

“of thought, causing through the old woman's mind, and now she believed in important disclosure”

was about to be made. The clock, Abigail whispered so softly that the words were scarcely audible. That was it. The clock is I proudly hit the will in a clock, Nancy prompted her. No, Abigail shook her head and sighed again, that wasn't it.

I thought I had it, and then it slipped my mind.

I seemed to recollect that he said something about a clock, but that wasn't it. Abigail continued to stare at the time piece, as did Nancy, who was at the last to understand what connection it could have, with the missing will. Suddenly, a low cry came from the old woman. There, it came to me just like that, after all these years.

Tell me, Nancy commanded quietly, for she feared that the knowledge might slip from the old lady before she could disclose it. A note book, Abigail brought out triumphantly. It was something about a note book.

Tell me more about the notebook, Nancy urged, gently.

Although she could scarcely hide her eagerness, she forced herself to speak quietly, less she excite, miss her own. I remembered all now, as I wrote about the will in a little note. Because of his, one day he said to me, "Abogale, after I'm dead, if my will doesn't come to light, you can find out all about it in this little notebook of mine."

What became of the notebook, miss her own? I can't seem to recollect, he hid it someplace. Again, Nancy's room was baffled. In voluntarily, her eyes traveled to the mantle clock. She studied it critically.

“What connection could the clock have with the missing will, she asked herself?”

Certainly there must be one, for otherwise its striking would not have caused Abigail to think of the notebook. Nancy had studied psychology in school, and was familiar with the power of suggestion and association. Now her keen mind jumped to the conclusion that a clock had something to do with the missing

crownly will. Could it be that the notebook had been hidden in the clock? Impulsively, Nancy got up and went to the mantle. She took down the clock and looked inside. She saw nothing but a tiny key, which was evidently used to wind the time piece.

Disappointed, she returned to her chair. Where was your eye crownly living at the time he told you about the notebook, she asked the old lady. He was living in his own house then, but he was just getting ready to go to the topms. It been visiting around with his various kin, and letting his own house stay empty.

After the topms asked him to live with them, he solved his home.

“What became of the house-honed goods, Nancy inquired?”

Oh, the topms got most everything. There must have been a family clock, Nancy used, half to herself. A family clock, Abigail repeated, "Oh, yes, there was a clock. Can you describe it?" Nancy questioned.

"Well, it was just an ordinary mantle clock, torn with a square face. Something like that one over there. The old lady pointed to the time piece Nancy had just examined. Only his eyes was more elaborate. It had a moon or something on top.

Why, I don't know, Abigail responded indifferently.

“I suppose the topms got it, they took everything else.”

It was on the tip of Nancy's tongue to tell Abigail that his eye crowned, might have hidden his will inside the family clock, but she hesitated to excite the old lady. After all, it was only a theory, and it would not be kind to encourage Abigail her woman to believe that there was a likelihood of gaining inheritance unless it were a fact.

I'll wait until I'm sure before I say anything about it to her, Nancy decided. She asked a number of other questions, but it was soon apparent that Abigail had told all that she could recall about the will. Although Nancy spoke of the family clock a number of times, its mention did not seem to interest the old lady.

“At last, Nancy arose to depart, but before leaving, she promised Abigail she would return”

in a few days to see how she was getting along. It was likewise her intention to stop at the nearest house to ask a neighbour woman to look after the old lady during her absence, which she said nothing of this, as she knew Abigail would protest. After attending to the mission, she sprang into her Roadster and started for River Heights.

Nancy Drume was highly elated at the information she had gleaned, and was now more interested in the case than ever. I'll not tell the horner girls what I've learned, Nancy advised herself, at least not until I've learned more about the family clock. If nothing comes of my theory, Alley and Grace would only be disappointed.

I'm not raised their hopes until I have something important to tell. As Nancy drove along on the West Lake Road, she reviewed the facts of the Crowley case.

Unquestionably, his eye Crowley had made a second will.

According to Abigail Rowan, he had secreted it in a safe place and had written its location in a little notebook. He had told Abigail where the notebook could be found in case of his death, and with the passing years, the knowledge had slipped away from the old lady. It's my opinion that his eye Crowley hit the notebook in the family clock, Nancy reasoned.

“Otherwise, why would Abigail have said anything about it?”

Nancy was at a loss to know how to proceed. She knew that her next step, being unraveling the mystery, was to search the Crowley clock, but this would not be easy to accomplish. If, as Abigail had indicated, the clock could fall into the hands of the topms, the task might be an impossible one. Then, too, it was not at all unlikely that the topms had already discovered the notebook.

In that case, they would have destroyed it, Nancy told herself, still, from the conversation

I overheard in the park, I feel reasonably certain the notebook has never been found.

No, if your eye Crowley had hidden it in the clock, it must still be there, and it's up to me to get hold of it. During the long ride to River Heights, Nancy drew mold over the peplexing problem, but try she would, she could think of no way to get her hands on the old clock. She must find some means of gaining entrance to the topms' residence.

I can't very well climb to a window, much as I would like to, she laughed, and if I pay a social call upon the topms, they're sure to be suspicious. We haven't been friendly for years, and since Ada and Isabelle discovered that I had taken an interest in the horner girls, they would be certain to question my motive for going to their house. No, I must think of a good excuse.

Presently, Nancy reached River Heights. She drove the road still down the boulevard and stopped in front of her home. As she stepped out, it was preparing to go into the house, she heard her name call. Wearing about, she saw a girl running towards her. It was one of Nancy's terms, Helen Corning. Hello, Nancy. Helen Corning. I haven't seen you for days. Where do

Come into the house and we'll have a chat. Oh, I can't, Nancy. I wouldn't be up this

“way, but I'm trying to sell tickets for a charity dance. How many have you sold? I have”

six left, Helen's side. It's a thankless job. I'll take two if that will help you out, Nancy offered. Will it help me? Say, if I ever get rid of these tickets, I'm going to dance a horn pipe. If I don't sell them this afternoon, it's going to fix it so I can't

start for Moon Lake. I wish I'd never promised to sell the things. Moon Lake, Nancy

asked in surprise. Yes, I'm going to a girls camp there. I planned to leave tonight, but unless I get rid of these tickets, I don't see how I can. I wish you were going with me to Moon Lake, Nancy. So do I, Helen. Why don't you come along, then? Oh, I can't, Nancy

“protested. I've involved in something important and I can't get away. I'd love to go”

though, really I would. Well, if you find you can make it later, just hop into your road

stand, come along. I'll be there for two weeks. That is, if I ever get rid of these charity

tickets. I can't leave until I've sold them. I'd pay for them out of my allowance, but I've only just spent it already. You are in difficulties, Nancy laughed. She reached in her purse. How much of the tickets, Helen? $2 each. How many were you take? Oh, give me two. As Helen extended the tickets. A sudden thought struck Nancy drew him. A pleased light

“broke over her face. I have an idea, Helen. I'll sell all of your tickets for you. How”

all that suit? You're not joking. Never was more serious in my life. Then the tickets

are yours, but let me warn you, it won't be easy to sell them. I'll enjoy trying it. Well, I must say you have a strange idea of fun, Helen commented, dryly. But I'll not argue with you. This will be fine for me. Now I'll be able to start the camp this afternoon. Here are the tickets. She handed them over with evidence pleasure. Good luck to you, Nancy. You'll need it. After Helen corning had gone on down the street, Nancy drew and walked

slowly towards the house. She regarded the charity tickets meditatively, and chuckled softly to herself. That's once when I killed two birds with one stone. These tickets will serve as my passport to the impregnable top and fortress. Chapter 11. Visiting the Topms. It was nearly three o'clock of the following afternoon when Nancy paused in front of the top and residence some highland boulevard. She surveyed the structure

with distaste. The house was a large, pretentious affair of non-descript type. It was set back from the street and seemed to look down rather elufully upon the surrounding homes. Even a casual glance at the non-revealed it had been landscape with vengeance. In an effort to do it in proper style, Mrs. Topham had crowded the yard with sundials, benches, birdhouses, and statues. Such lack of taste, Nancy thought as she walked up the path to the house.

She lifted the knocker of the front door. Nancy drew realised that the interview was at to be an unpleasant one, and she braised herself for the old deal. "I must be diplomatic," she advised herself, "or I'll not learn a thing about that clock. If they suspect what I am about, they may bounce me on my ear." At that moment, a uniformed Butler opened the door and condescendingly waited for Nancy to state her mission.

It's one of the most important social functions of the year. I am sure Mrs. Topham will wish to attend."

“Nancy was forced to wait until the Butler returned with permission for her to enter.”

As she was finally outed into the living room, she could not help but smile at the elaborate formality. For in spite of Mrs. Topham's lofty ambitions, the woman had never achieved the commanding position in society that she strove for. The room in which Nancy found herself, even more bizarre than she had anticipated. Expensive oriental rugs clashed with window drape trees

of a different hue. The walls were heavy with paintings which were entirely out of place

in such a small room, and period furniture which had been added indiscriminately. But Nancy's room was not interested in Mrs. Topham's lack of taste.

“As soon as the Butler had left her alone, she hastily glanced about.”

Almost at once, her eye fastened upon a mantle clock which rested above the fireplace. I wonder if that could be the Crowley clock, Nancy thought. She rather doubted it,

for the clock was too modern in appearance. She would have crossed the room to examine it,

but a sound in the hall goes to her to hesitate. As she heard someone coming, she sank down on an uncomfortable ladder back chair and assumed an expression of composure. Mrs. Topham sailed grandly into the room, and after surveying her for a minute to proceed opposite Nancy. Well, she demanded coldly. What is it? I'm selling tickets for the, I don't want them, Mrs. Topham broken rudely. I can't be handing out my money to every

pedlow that comes along. Mrs. Topham, I'm not a pedlow, Nancy said, cuttingly, as the colour mounted to her cheeks. With difficulty, she kept her tempering check. That, she didn't understand my name. I am Nancy Drew. Oh, a slight change came over Mrs. Topham's face, for she was fully aware that Carson Drew and his daughter were cordially welcomed in riverhide's homes, which merely tolerated the Topham's or, in a few cases, bad them. I didn't catch the name,

Mr. Drew. What is it you are selling? Tickets for the charity dance. Well, I hardly know what to say, Mrs. Topham hitched. It was apparent that she was afraid to offend Nancy, and yet she was unwilling to part with the money. Although the Topham's were well-to-do, it was common knowledge that Mrs. Topham was decidedly stingy when other persons were concerned. How much are the tickets? Two dollars each.

“Why that's positively exorbitant, Mrs. Topham protested?”

But we are selling the tickets for charity, Nancy explained. I assure you, the cause is an excellent one. Before Mrs. Topham could reply, the front door opened and he's a bell and aida entered the house. Unaware of the visitor, they paused in the hall and carried on a disgruntled conversation. Evidently, they'd been making social calls and were angry because some woman had refused to see them. Her maid said she wasn't at home, but I know she was. Nancy heard aida complain.

The two sisters entered the living room, and when they saw Nancy, stopped short and stared rudely at her. They did not speak a word of greeting. Mr. Drew is selling tickets to a dance, Mrs. Topham informed her daughters. Don't buy them, aida advised herously. She had not forgotten the scene in the department store, longed to avenge herself upon Nancy, whom she considered responsible for her humiliation.

But Aida, Mrs. Topham protested feebly. I thought it might help our social standing to take a few tickets.

All right, I won't buy the tickets. Good afternoon, Mr. Drew.

Reluctantly, Nancy arose. She was somewhat taken aback at the unceremonious dismissal, for she had not accomplished the renal purpose of her visit. As she turned, Nancy saw that Richard Topham blocked the door. He had entered so quietly, that his arrival had been unobserved.

“Just a minute, Mr. Drew, he said. How many tickets have you there?”

Four, Nancy gasped in surprise. I'll take them all. With a grand gesture, Richard Topham opened his pocket book and carelessly pulled out a $20 bill. Keep the change, he ordered, with assumed indifference. Give it to charity. Richard, his wife gazed at him with disapproval. "Have you lost your mind? A $20 bill?" she whispered. "It's you who can't see beyond your nose, Mr. Topham retorted, but in a low voice.

You're always trying to get into society, and then you pass up on a real opportunity."

This donation will give our names into the paper. His lumped into the nearest chair, and opening the afternoon paper buried himself in the stock page. This is Topham knew that the matter was closed,

“for she scarcely dared to speak to her husband when he was absorbed in the market reports.”

Nancy, too, realized that she had no excuse for prolonging her stay. "I really must be going," she said quickly. "What time is it, anyway?" "There's a cock in front of you, is a bell-tone to pointedly."

"Why?" so there is. Nancy returned pleasantly. She glanced at the time piece so she'd never seen it before.

"Oh, surely that can't be the old Crowley clock, and so interested in heirlooms." "I should say not, that is a far more expensive clock than the one whose eye Crowley left us, Mrs. Topham informed her caller come descendingly. Indeed, but I suppose you still have the family clock stored away in your attic. It's so hard to part with heirlooms."

“"Glevely, Nancy led Mrs. Topham to further disclosures."”

"It wasn't hard to part with that old fashioned thing," Mrs. Topham returned. "We didn't want it cluttering up the attic," Isabella added. Crowley left so much onward junk. "We considered the clock entirely out of place in our modern home," Mrs. Topham continued. "So we sent it up to our bungalow on Moon Lake." "And wittingly," Mrs. Topham had given Nancy the information which she sought.

The purpose of her visit accomplished the girl politely thanked the Topham's for the purchase of the charity tickets and quickly took her leave. As she walked down the path to the street, she chuckled softly to herself. The Topham's made the old schemers, but this time, it weren't so clever. Unless I am mistaken, those tickets will prove the most expensive ones they ever bought.

Before they get through, it may cost them the Crowley fortune. Chapter 12 Following a clue Although highly elated at what she had learned from the Topham's, Nancy drew us at the last to know how to proceed. And, out of the old Crowley clock was set up in the bungalow at Moon Lake.

But to get there was another matter. Nancy was determined to profit by the information, but was confronted with a number of serious problems. Moon Lake was located among the hills 40 miles away. The rooms were not of the best. Nancy did not know the exact location of the Topham cottage. Then, too, she needed an excuse for making the long trip.

If the Topham's learn I've gone to Moon Lake, they may become suspicious she can't solve herself.

But, tries she could, and she could think of nothing. She took a certain amount of pride in her detective work. Now that she felt she had struck a valuable clue, she did not wish to ask advice from her father. She preferred to solve the mystery herself, and then surprise him with the solution. That dinner that night, Nancy was unusually silent, and Carson drew, commented on her preoccupation.

“It seems to me you've been looking troubled lately, he observed. Do you feel well?”

Never better in my life, Nancy laughed.

Just the same, I believe you need a vacation. I realised that it isn't easy for a girl of your age to look after a big house like this. After a time, the responsibility gets to be wearing. How stupid of me, Nancy exclaimed. In her excitement, she permitted a fork to fall from her hand, and clatter against the plate. Carson drew, who did not comprehend what was passing through his daughter's mind, looked at her in surprise. Stupid, he inquired.

Oh, I mean, it was strange I didn't think of Helen Corning before this, Nancy said hastily. Helen is going to a girl's camp on Moon Lake, and dying to go to Moon Lake.

May I start the first thing in the morning? I know I can get him. They have room for half a

“dozen more girls, Helen said. I think it would be an excellent idea, Nancy. A nice rest will do”

wonders for you. Go, I all means. Nancy drew whilst delighted that she had stumbled upon an excuse which would make it a peer natural for her to go to Moon Lake. Early the next morning, after packing a suitcase, she started off in the roadster. As it was not out of her way to go by the river road, she decided to stop but the horn was, and gave Grace the dress boots she had promised her. As she drove in at the gate, one glance told Nancy that something was wrong.

She saw a number of dead chickens in the barnyard, and as the horn girls came towards her from the direction of the henhouse, it was evident that the dally had been crying. Why? What is the matter? Nancy asked quickly. "Oh, it's my chickens, Nancy. They're all dying.

“I can't stand it. This morning when I went to feed them, I found ten dead. I'm so discouraged.”

And yesterday, a fox took two, Grace added. I guess fate is against us. And I'm afraid I'll lose all of my chickens before I get through Ali declared unhappily. I don't know what is killing them. They seem to have a strange disease. Ali is all broken up. Grace said quietly. She's worked so hard with her chickens. Most of them are pets. And then we need the money so badly.

Now that Dressmaking has fallen off, the chicken money is our only means of support. Please, won't you let me help? Nancy begged, reaching for her pocketbook. Except a little alone to tie to over. Grace shook her head firmly. "Thank you for your kindness, Nancy. But we can't take your money." Well, manage summer. If only uncle Yazaya had provided for us, Ali's side.

You haven't learned anything more about the second will, Nancy.

I haven't done anything definite to report, Nancy replied, "Avading the question. She did not wish to raise false hope, and she thought it best not to tell of her discovery. But I'm still hoping we'll be able to trace the will." I touted. Grace commented pessimistically, and on my way to moon late now, Nancy told the girls, "I stopped here to deliver the dress goods. She handed a package to Grace. The pattern is inside,

and I'm easy to fit, so you'll have no trouble." Grace's face brightened as she accepted the bundle. "Oh, Nancy. I can't thank you." "It is I who should thank you, Nancy laughed. And now, let me pay for the dress in advance."

Nancy saw that Grace and Ali were too proud to accept help,

“dreadfully abandon the idea of trying to give them money.”

I'll come back in a few days for a fitting, she promised, she prepared to drive away. Nancy's talk with the horar girls had left her rather depressed, while she realized that in spite of her pride, Ali in Grace would soon be forced to accept charity. Oh, if only she could help them. And poor old Abigail, Nancy thought, if your desire Crowley had used a grain of sense, things wouldn't be in such a muddle.

Nancy soon branched off from the river road, and headed south towards Moon Lake.

By way, it was a little traveled, and it was necessary for her to devote all her attention to driving.

The road had not been dragged after a recent rain, and the routes were deep. Jagged rocks and stones were scattered in the path, and it seemed denancy that the hills went straight up and straight down.

“Presently, she noticed that the roadster had taken a strange notion to turn to the left of the road,”

and spite of her efforts to keep it in the middle. Not without foreboding of trouble, she stopped the car and got out to make a tour of inspection. As she had suspected, a rear tyre was flat. A puncture, Nancy murmured in disgust. If that just isn't my luck.

Oh, well, I suppose I must fix it, because there won't be another car along for an hour on this road.

It was not the first time Nancy drew a change to tyre, but she never relished the task.

Rommaging under the seat, she pulled out the tolls and quickly jacked up the rear axle. She loosened the logs which held the tyre in place and tugged it. Again and again, she pulled. The huge balloon tyre could not be burged. Then, as she gave one mighty tug, it came off, Nancy drew fell backwards into a sitting posture in the road. Well, it's off anyway, she told herself with satisfaction as she brushed the dirt from her clothing.

It required for a few minutes to put on the spare tyre and fasten the old one to the rear of the car. Then, in relief, Nancy started on her way, but the accident had delayed her nearly an hour. It was after 12 o'clock, but at last, she came inside of Camp Havendale, where Helen Corning was staying. Through the tall trees she caught a glimpse of a long row of shacks and saw the smoke rising from the cookhouse. Beyond the blue lake sparkle and glimmered in the sunlight.

As Nancy drove into the camp, a group of girls gathered about the roadster. Helen Corning came running out of the cabin to greet her. Girls, it's Nancy drew. She exclaimed enthusiastically. Now the fun will start. Park your car over there at the back of the cookhouse, Nancy. Am I too late for dinner? Nancy demanded. I nearly starved.

You're just in time, Helen assured her.

“I'm Nancy, I'm so glad you came. So am I. How long can you stay?”

Oh, I don't know until you get tired of me, probably. Then you'll stay for the rest of the summer, Helen laughed. Nancy was escorted to the main building of the camp, where she met the lady in charge and registered. She is to stay with me, said Helen, and so it was arranged. When the girls walked off, Nancy told Helen about selling the charity dance tickets,

and gave her the money paid by Mr. Topm. "It surely whilst generous," said Helen in surprise. It did it just to show off, declared Nancy, unpositive of it. Nancy scarcely had time to deposit her suitcase under her cart and freshen up a bit after a long ride when dinner was called. The food was plain, but substantial.

And already she discovered that she had developed an enormous appetite. Dinner over, she was rushed from one thing to another. The girls insisted that Nancy

but Helen calling at other plans. We're all going for a ride in the launch before supper.

“She declared, "Don't you ever rest here, Nancy groaned?"”

"Oh, yes, at night. This is your first day here. You'll be used to it in a day or so.

Either that or I'll be a wreck. But you don't want to miss the launch ride, Nancy. You'll have a splendid opportunity to see all the summer cottages on moon lake." Summer cottages, Nancy asked quickly. "Instantly, she thought of the top among glow, and wondered where it was located. Undoubtedly, the launch ride would give her the opportunity to find out. You'll go, won't you, Helen begged? You can rest after supper."

“"Yes, I'll go, Nancy promised. You couldn't keep me here."”

Although she was tired, she was really enjoying herself immensely. Six girls loaded themselves into the launch, and someone started the motor.

It's always a relief when the engine starts, Helen explained.

"Every so often, it walks." As the little launch turned out into the lake, it seemed to Nancy that she had never seen a more beautiful sight. The sun, which appeared to be sinking down into the water, was her more the great ball of fire. Yet, she did not forget the real purpose of the trip.

The top rooms have a bungalow up here, haven't they? She questioned.

"Yes, it's across the lake from here. We'll come to it presently." The top rooms aren't there now. Oh no, the cottage is closed. There's a caretaker who looks after it. They call him Jeff Tucker. "Is it hard to get to the place?" "Oh, not if you go by launch, but it's a long way if you take the road around the lake. I didn't know you were particularly interested in the top of Ms. Nancy."

"Oh, there are no friends of mine. Nancy returned hastily. I was merely curious." After a time, as the launch chugged along close to the shore, Helen waved her hand towards a bungalow, which was set back some distance from the water. The top rooms own that one, she informed her

“chum. Eagly, Nancy turned her head and looked. She told herself that she would remember the location.”

We're going to have a wonderful time together here, Helen chatted happily on. Next week, there's going to be a big dance too. Oh, there's so much of interest at Moon Lake Nancy. Your stay won't you? Involentarily, Nancy's eyes swept to the shore and came to rest on the top of the bungalow. Your right, Helen, she agreed heartily. There are a number of interesting things here. Yes, if you want me to, I'll stay.

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