“You know it doesn’t, Nancy Drew; but you’re too modest to admit that you’re something of a personage. At the rate you’re going, you’ll soon be as famous as your father.”

“Oh, Emily!” Nancy protested. “What possesses you, anyway? Just because I’ve solved a few old mysteries—” her voice trailed off as she studied the menu card. “I can’t make up my mind what to order.”

“You’re positively the limit,” Emily sighed, as she too turned her attention to the bill of fare. “Food interests you more than an honest compliment.”

“Right now I’m afraid I must admit it does,” Nancy laughed. “You see, I’ve driven nearly seventy miles since breakfast. Dad sent me over to Windlow with some legal papers for Judge Howell. I started back without luncheon.”

“I’m glad you did, Nancy. Otherwise we’d not have met here.”

Nancy Drew finished writing out her order, and after handing it to the waiter settled back in her chair.

“Tell me what you have been doing with yourself this summer, Emily. I haven’t seen you for ages.”

“Can’t you guess by looking at my freckles? I’ve been living at a cottage on the lake.”

“Alone?”

“Oh, no! With Mrs. Willoughby. She’s a dear, Nancy, but she’s not to be my guardian much longer.”

“Why, how is that?” Nancy inquired in surprise.

“Well, in less than a week I’ll be of age. I’ll be eighteen next Friday. And it’s going to be the most exciting birthday I ever had!”

“You mean because you’ll be free from your guardian?”

“Oh, no. I always liked Mrs. Willoughby. I’m thrilled because I’m to come into my inheritance.”

“Your inheritance? Why, I didn’t know—”

“Neither did I until last week,” Emily broke in. “There was very little left of my mother’s estate, but it seems that by my grandmother’s will I’m to come into the Crandall family jewels.”

“Oh, Emily, how wonderful! I’ve always heard of the famous Crandall jewels.”

“They’re beauties, Nancy—mostly diamonds, too. Valued at not a cent less than forty thousand dollars.”

“I’d love to see them.”

“Well, you shall. Mrs. Willoughby is to turn them over to me on Friday.”

“Doesn’t it worry you, Emily? I wouldn’t know how to take care of such an inheritance.”

“Well, it does worry me a little,” Emily admitted slowly. “But of course I’ll rent a safety deposit box at the bank.”

“I wouldn’t delay if I were you.”

“I guess I won’t,” Emily decided, after a moment of thought. “I’ve been in a state of respectable poverty too long to risk losing my fortune now that I’ve come into it. However, I won’t dispose of the jewels until after you’ve seen them, Nancy. Can’t you motor out to our cottage next Friday?”

“Of course I’ll come,” Nancy returned eagerly. “I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see the Crandall jewels.”

By this time the waiter had appeared, bearing a tray of food, and the girls turned their attention to the good things which were placed before them.

“You haven’t told me a thing about yourself,” Emily presently said to her friend. “I guess I’ve been monopolizing the conversation.”

“Oh, there’s nothing special to tell. Last summer I had a thrilling time of it at Melrose Lake, but this year I’m afraid I’ll be stuck in River Heights all summer unless I can find a new housekeeper to take Hannah Gruen’s place.”

“Your servant is leaving?”

“Yes. Her sister is ill, and she’s expecting to be called away any day now to take care of her. I dread looking for another to take her place. You don’t know where I can find a good housekeeper, do you?”

“Indeed I don’t. I’m afraid you’ll have quite a time finding anyone.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Nancy sighed. “But at least I’ll have several days before Hannah leaves. That will give me a chance to break in a new girl.”

The two finished their luncheon, and although Emily protested, Nancy insisted on paying the check. They left the dining room, pausing outside the door.

“If you’ll excuse me for a minute, I’ll make a telephone call,” Nancy said. “I must let Dad know that I’ll be late in reaching River Heights, or he’ll be worried.”

Hurrying away, she sought a telephone booth and quickly put in a call to River Heights. After a brief wait, she heard her father’s voice at the other end of the wire.

“Hello, Nancy,” Carson Drew began before she could say a word. “Jove! I’m glad you called just now. I’ve been trying to reach you for the last two hours.”

“Why, what has happened?” Nancy demanded in alarm.

“I just received a telegram from Judge Graham—you know, he’s one of the biggest men in the state. He’ll spend the coming week-end with us.”

“Oh!” Nancy gasped, but instantly arose to the occasion. “Well, I guess we can manage it all right. I’ll come home just as quickly as I can.”

“I haven’t told you the worst, Nancy! Hannah just learned that her sister has suffered a relapse. She’s planning to leave on the three-twenty train.”

“Leaving to-day?”

“Yes, with Judge Graham coming! You must get busy at once.”

“I’ll rush right home, Dad, and see what can be done. But I’m dreadfully afraid it will be impossible to find anyone to take her place on such short notice.”

“Do the best you can, Nancy. I’m depending upon you.”

With that, Carson Drew said good-by and hung up the receiver.

Nancy Drew stood for a moment staring blankly at the telephone. She knew that her father, being a man, had no comprehension of the Herculean task which lay before her. In some way she must find a satisfactory housekeeper before Judge Graham’s arrival, but how it was to be accomplished she did not know.

Chapter II
Rising to an Occasion

Leaving the telephone booth, Nancy Drew hurried back to where she had left Emily Crandall and quickly explained that she must start at once for River Heights.

“Can’t I drop you off at the nearest garage?” she offered. “You can find a mechanic and go back after your car.”

“Won’t it be out of your way?”

“Not at all. There’s a garage about three miles from here.”

“Then I’ll certainly accept your offer, because I don’t want to camp on the road all day.”

Nancy led the way to the roadster. Skillfully turning in the narrow parking space, she drove down the lane to the main road and soon left Lilac Inn far behind. Presently sighting a roadside garage, she stopped the car and Emily alighted.

“Don’t forget you’re to see the Crandall jewels next Friday,” she reminded Nancy as she said good-by.

“I won’t.”

As Emily stepped back, Nancy shifted gears. The roadster moved slowly away, and then gathered speed. Nancy Drew drove rapidly, for she was eager to reach home, knowing that much work was awaiting her. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was after two o’clock. She must hurry if she was to get there before Hannah left.

It was exactly two-thirty when she reached the outskirts of River Heights. Following the boulevard, she came within sight of her own home and was relieved to see her father’s automobile standing at the door. That meant that he had not yet taken Hannah to the railroad station.

Swinging into the driveway, Nancy Drew halted the roadster and sprang out, but before she could reach the house her father, suitcase in hand, came out the front door, followed by Hannah Gruen. The housekeeper was the first to catch sight of Nancy.

“Oh, Miss Nancy,” she began apologetically, “I’m dreadfully sorry to leave you in a mess like this; but my poor sister—”

“Of course you must go,” Nancy told her quickly. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll get along somehow.”

“You’re so kind, Miss Nancy. I’ll come back just the first minute I can, but it may be several months.”

“Stay as long as your sister needs you.”

“We must hurry if you’re to catch your train, Hannah,” Carson Drew interrupted. “It’s a long way to the station.”

He rushed the housekeeper to the waiting automobile and started the motor.

“Better get in touch with an employment agency right away,” he called back to Nancy as the car moved away. Nancy watched the automobile until it was out of sight and then walked slowly toward the house. She knew that Hannah had indeed left her in a “mess.”

Since the death of her mother many years before, Nancy Drew had managed the household. On the whole she had engineered everything so skillfully that her father little dreamed of the heavy responsibility which rested upon her shoulders.

As a famous criminal and mystery-case lawyer, Carson Drew found it necessary to maintain a certain social position, and accordingly Nancy was frequently called upon to entertain noted professional men.

She had often been present when Carson Drew discussed important cases with detectives and police officials, and as a result had become interested in detective work herself. Her first fame came when she uncovered “The Secret of the Old Clock.”

Later she solved the mystery of a troubled household, discovering a hidden staircase and having no end of creepy adventures in an underground passageway.

Undaunted by this experience, she risked her life to help Laura Pendleton. Nancy’s unusual adventures in this connection are recounted in the third volume of the series, “The Bungalow Mystery.”

Now, as Nancy Drew walked slowly toward the house, she was considering the problem which Hannah Gruen’s departure had created. Her father confidently expected that by the time Judge Graham arrived for his week-end visit the household would be moving as smoothly as before, but Nancy, who had tried many servants before she had secured Hannah, was beset with doubt.

“I’ll telephone the agency right away and see what they can do for me,” she decided.

Having looked up a number in the directory, she repeated it to an operator and after a brief wait was connected with the manager of the best employment agency in River Heights. She stated her wants briefly, trying not to appear too exacting.

“We’ll do the best we can for you, Miss,” came the not too comforting response. “But right now we have only one servant on hand—a colored woman.”

“Send her out this afternoon,” Nancy ordered in despair. “I must have someone immediately.”

Replacing the telephone on the stand, she went to the kitchen to take stock of affairs there. As she had feared, everything was in confusion. In her haste Hannah had not even ordered the groceries for the following day.

Nancy set about putting things in order. While she was making out the grocery list, she heard her father’s car on the drive.

“Well, did you get a maid?” he questioned a few minutes later when he entered the living room.

“Yes, the agency is sending out a colored woman this afternoon.”

Nancy, observing that her father looked tired, refrained from adding that she feared the worst.

“I’m mighty glad you found someone,” Carson Drew responded in relief. “You’re a wonderful little manager. By the way, I suppose you delivered those papers to Judge Howell all right.”

“Yes, I found him at the court house and had no trouble. On the way back I stopped at Lilac Inn for luncheon and ran into Emily Crandall. She’s celebrating her eighteenth birthday this week. According to her grandmother’s will, she’s to inherit the famous Crandall diamonds.”

Carson Drew whistled softly.

“Quite a windfall, I must say. I remember the Crandall jewels very well. They were very quaint and beautiful.”

“I’m so glad they were willed to Emily. She’s never had many pretty things, especially since the death of her mother.”

“I hope she’ll manage to hang on to them after they fall into her hands,” Mr. Drew commented.

“Oh, I’m sure Emily won’t let them slip through her fingers. She’s not in the least extravagant.”

“I wasn’t thinking of that. It merely occurred to me that unscrupulous persons may be interested in those jewels.”

Nancy nodded thoughtfully.

“I believe she intends to place them in a bank vault immediately.”

“A very wise precaution.” Carson Drew lowered his voice as he heard a heavy step on the porch. Nancy sprang up from the davenport where she was sitting and rushed to the door.

“It must be the new housekeeper,” she cried hopefully.

As she opened the door her heart sank within her. It was indeed the colored woman sent by the employment agency, but a more unlikely housekeeper Nancy had never seen. She was dirty and slovenly in appearance and had an unpleasant way of shuffling her feet when she walked.

Inviting her into the house, Nancy asked a few questions which the woman answered in unsatisfactory manner. She was unable to produce references of any description.

“I’m very sorry, but I’m afraid you won’t do,” Nancy told her at last.

It was with a feeling of mingled disappointment and relief that she watched the woman depart. As a housekeeper, the Negress was impossible, and yet she wondered if she had been unwise to let her go. She must find someone!

Rushing to the telephone she called a number and was quickly connected with another employment agency. After a long discussion with the manager she finally secured a promise that a woman would be sent out early the next morning.

“I certainly hope she’ll be better than the colored woman,” Nancy sighed to her father. “I don’t know why, but I have a feeling this servant problem will prove my undoing.”

Chapter III
A Queer Girl

“Oh, Dad, you don’t know what a time I’ve had!” Nancy Drew emitted a tired sigh as she emerged from the kitchen unfastening her apron. “This morning the agency sent me an Irish woman, but she was even worse than the one that came yesterday. She was the most unreasonable housekeeper I ever interviewed.”

“Poor little girl,” Mr. Drew sympathized. “I can’t let you do the work yourself.”

“Well, I think it will be easier on me than to try to break in a new girl. After the Irish woman left I called another agency and they sent me a Scotch lassie. She looked promising, but I found she hadn’t had a particle of experience and knew little about cooking. I’m completely discouraged.”

“I don’t wonder, and with Judge Graham coming Saturday night.”

“I’ll find someone before that time if I have to coax her away from my best friend,” Nancy declared resolutely. “There’s one more agency that I haven’t tried.”

As soon as her father had finished luncheon and had left for his office, Nancy Drew again went to the telephone and was gratified when the employment agency promised to send out a girl at once. She was washing dishes when she heard a sharp knock on the front door. Drying her hands, she rushed into the hall to answer the summons.

As she swung open the massive oak door she beheld a tall, wiry, dark-complexioned girl who obviously was the one sent out from the agency. She had dark piercing eyes and stared at Nancy almost impudently.

Nancy resisted an impulse to shut the door in her face. She did not like the girl’s sly look. On the other hand, she thought that it might not be fair to judge by appearances alone. Accordingly, she smiled pleasantly and invited the girl into the living room.

The stranger seated herself on the davenport, and to Nancy’s amazement proceeded to look the house over most critically, darting quick little glances from one room to another.

“She’s prying,” Nancy thought. Aloud she said: “What is your name?”

“Mary Mason.”

“Can you furnish references?”

The girl made no response, but from a dirty pocketbook brought out an envelope and handed it to Nancy. The envelope contained several references and Nancy glanced quickly over them. To her surprise, the girl came highly recommended from her former employers, and it appeared that she had held responsible positions. Nancy had been on the verge of dismissing the girl, but in the face of such excellent references she hesitated. She was not favorably impressed with Mary Mason, for the girl had a harsh face and a bold manner, but she knew that in all probability it would be impossible to find another girl before Saturday. She was left no choice in the matter.

“You appear quite young to take complete charge of the household,” Nancy began doubtfully. “Do you feel sure you could manage the work? Of course I will direct you until you learn the routine.”

Mary Mason tossed her head contemptuously.

“I always work without direction.”

“Indeed?”

Nancy was still more unfavorably impressed and decided to ask the girl a few personal questions.

“Where is your home?”