The Clue Of The Whistling Bagpipes Part 23

Nancy explained how the suspect had eluded her. "Please, won't you try to apprehend him?" She gave the license number of his car. "If you catch the man, will you hold him at headquarters until I can come and identify him?"

Mr. MacNab promised to follow her suggestion. "Perhaps you had better come here, anyway. I'd like to hear more of your story."

Nancy a.s.sured him she would be there shortly, then, after receiving directions to police headquarters, said good-by. She next asked the kind woman, who said she was Mrs. Evans, how to telephone for petrol and this time was relieved of the ch.o.r.e by her accommodating hostess.

While they were waiting for the petrol to arrive, Mrs. Evans asked curiously about the red-bearded stranger Nancy was chasing. "Is he involved with some case you're working on?"

Nancy answered as offhandedly as she could. "I'm staying at my great-grandmother's outside of Fort William. As you may know, a good many sheep have been stolen from that area. I just happened to pick up a clue that might connect this man with the thieves. I thought it was worth reporting."

The young detective's explanation seemed to satisfy Mrs. Evans, who switched the conversation to Nancy's great-grandmother. "I learned from the papers that you were going to visit Lady Douglas."

Nancy laughed. "You may be interested to know also that a friend of mine entered my photograph in a contest and won a trip for two people. Those two are out in the car right now, and I must return to them." Nancy opened her purse. "How much do I owe you for the phone calls?"

Mrs. Evans looked surprised. "Why, my dear la.s.s, I would not think of taking any money. It has been very delightful to meet you and to be of service. It's funny how people's paths cross, isn't it? In this case, an empty petrol tank brought you to me!"

She broke into a jolly laugh and accompanied Nancy to the car. At that moment a serviceman pulled up with a large container of petrol and poured the petrol into the tank. In the meantime, Nancy had introduced her friends to Mrs. Evans. Then, after paying the garageman, she thanked Mrs. Evans for her kindness and drove off.

When George noticed that Nancy did not turn around in the direction of Douglas House, she asked where they were going. Nancy grinned. "To the police office!"

When the girls entered the building, they could have cried out for joy. Their quarry had been apprehended! He was standing in front of Superintendent MacNab's desk, declaring loudly, in a manner of speech which proclaimed him to be an American, that he was innocent.

"Sure as I'm Sandy Duff, I'll make it hot for you if you don't let me out of here!"

Bess, George, and Fiona took seats in the rear of the room as Nancy walked forward. Peering over the prisoner's head, Mr. MacNab asked, "You are Miss Nancy Drew?"

At this, Sandy Duff wheeled and faced the girl detective. His face went white. The officer said, "I believe you know who Miss Drew is?"

Sandy Duff's arrogance quickly returned. "I never saw her in my life!" he shouted.

At that moment a constable walked into the room. George hurried over to him and said in a low tone, "I think the prisoner is wearing false hair and whiskers."

The constable smiled. He did not reply, but went up and whispered in Mr. MacNab's ear.

"Aye? We shall soon see!"

His superior immediately ordered the constable to find out if the prisoner was wearing a wig. Sandy Duff objected strenuously, but to no avail. In a moment the officer was holding a red wig in his hands. The prisoner's own hair was black! Next, the side whiskers and beard were pulled off.

Nancy was amazed. She cried out, "He's Paul Petrie, from my home town!"

The excitement brought the other girls forward and everyone talked at once until the superintendent rapped for silence. He said, "Miss Drew, please tell us your story."

Nancy started at the beginning, when the stranger, whom she learned later was named Paul Petrie, had purchased her autograph from a small boy. "I got a good look at Mr. Petrie at that time. That's probably why I thought he seemed vaguely familiar when he followed me in Edinburgh. But that time, of course, he was wearing his disguise."

The girl detective explained that she had come to Scotland hoping to trace an heirloom which she now suspected had been stolen by Paul Petrie or one of his a.s.sociates.

"I didn't do it!" the prisoner snarled.

Nancy paid no attention. She went on to relate how the sheep-stealing racket had come to her attention and that through having seen a secret code message she had traced the thieves first to a houseboat and then to a croft on Ben Nevis.

Paul Petrie's face was livid. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Nancy turned to Mr. MacNab. "One thing Mr. Petrie cannot deny is having my autograph in his possession. I suspect that the wife of one of the men in Petrie's group is responsible for forging my name on checks. She herself may look like me or, if not, has been able to disguise herself in such a way that if questioned she could produce the magazine cover with my picture and carry out her scheme."

The superintendent looked sternly at the prisoner. "What have you to say to this charge?"

"Nothing. There's not a word of truth in any of it. I'm not Paul Petrie and I demand to be released." He had no identification on him to prove who he was.

The police officer said he thought the evidence was strong enough against the man to warrant holding him without bail until the police had a chance to investigate his story and also that of Nancy Drew.

After the suspect had been led away, Mr. MacNab asked the young sleuth many more questions. He ended by saying, "You have done an excellent bit of detective work, Miss Drew."

Praise embarra.s.sed Nancy. Blushing, she said, "May I use your telephone? My friends and I were making a hurried trip into Fort William, and I know Lady Douglas expected us back soon. I am afraid she will be worried."

"Aye, of course," the officer said.

Nancy's great-grandmother was so startled by the latest news that Nancy told her they would start home at once. But just as the girls were about to leave, the constable who had placed Petrie in a cell caught up to them. "The prisoner wants to make a bargain with you la.s.sies," he said.

"What is it?" Nancy asked.

"I do not know."

The superintendent was informed of Petrie's offer and said he himself would go to the cell with the girls and find out what the man meant. Petrie looked pleased when they arrived.

"Like I told you before, I'm not guilty of doing anything wrong," he said, "but I do know where that missing heirloom is. If you'll let me go, I'll tell you."

The astounded girls turned to Mr. MacNab. After all, it was his decision to make.

He replied firmly, "I certainly cannot release you at this time. But if you will reveal what you know about the missing heirloom, things may go easier for you."

Paul Petrie shrugged. "Okay. Miss Drew, that man Tweedie at Lady Douglas' house has the heirloom!"

CHAPTER XIX.

The Enemy Spotted

"TWEEDIE!" Bess exclaimed, aghast. "He couldn't have taken Nancy's heirloom!"

Paul Petrie smirked. "You think that butler is honest, but you'll find out to the contrary when you investigate."

Nancy and her friends were thunderstruck by Petrie's accusation. All were skeptical, but had to admit they knew little about the servant.

"We'd better get back and find out!" said George.

Nancy thought so too. The girls left the police office and hurried to their car. Nancy drove at a fast speed all the way to Fort William. Fiona hopped out of the car long enough to buy a bottle of quicksilver and a paintbrush, then the ride was continued.

As soon as they reached home, the four girls rushed to Lady Douglas' suite and told her what they had heard.