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The Chemist’s Report






 

WHILE Nancy was telling her father everything she knew about Madame and her fancy cart of cosmetics, Ned drove up and joined the Drews. He listened in amazement to the story.

“Did that woman speak with a French accent? ” Ned asked suddenly.

“Yes.”

“And did she wear her black hair pulled back, and have a mole on her left cheek? ”

“That’s a very accurate description, ” Nancy agreed. “But I didn’t know you were close enough to her to make such a minute observation when we saw her the other day.”

“I wasn’t! ”

“Then don’t keep us guessing. Where did you see her before? ”

“At the hotel in Fisher’s Cove. When I saw that woman with the cart here in Candleton I thought her face looked familiar. Ever since then I’ve tried to remember where I’d seen her before.”

“She may have recognized you, Ned. That would explain why she hurried away so fast. Where was she in the hotel? ”

“She was coming down from the third floor as I was on my way up, and told me you had left the hotel. I didn’t reveal that you had just signaled to me from the window. But she must have sent the clerk up after me. They didn’t want me to find you and your father! ”

“It looks as if you’ve hit upon a good clue to locate the Mon Coeur swindlers, ” Mr. Drew reflected. “Let’s take the car and see if we can find the woman with the cart.”

For an hour the three searched through Candleton, asking for Madame. No one had seen her for several days.

“She probably left town after she saw us, Ned, ” Nancy said. “Maybe she went back to Fisher’s Cove.”

“And you’d like to go there to find out, ” Ned remarked, smiling. “How about you both having dinner with me in Fisher’s Cove? ”

Mr. Drew declined, saying he expected a phone call from his young assistant who was in New York.

The three returned to the Chantrey house. While Nancy showered and changed her clothes, Ned chatted with Bess and George.

Later, as he and Nancy drove off, he asked, “Shall we eat along the way or wait until we get to Fisher’s Cove? ”

“To be truthful, I’m dreadfully hungry, ” Nancy confessed. “I haven’t eaten for hours. There’s an attractive place about five miles from here.”

“I know the one you mean, ” Ned answered. “They have good music and we can dance. We’ll stop there.”

It was nearly nine o’clock when they finished eating. Ned and Nancy were reluctant to leave the pleasant atmosphere, but finally they went on to Fisher’s Cove and parked near the old hotel.

“Don’t get into another fuss with the clerk, ” Nancy teased her companion as they went inside.

The interview with Mr. Slocum, who was on duty, started badly. When Ned asked if a woman answering the description of Madame had registered there, the man was as uncommunicative as before.

“I don’t know whom you’re talking about, ” he retorted, “and furthermore, I don’t care. All I ask is that you two quit bothering me.”

“It should be of importance to you to know the kind of people who frequent your hotel, ” Ned said.

“You’d better watch what you say about this hotel! ” the clerk cried out.

Ned bristled, but Nancy restrained him, saying, “We’re not accomplishing a thing this way. Let’s go.”

“Slocum knows more than he’ll tell, ” said Ned as they walked away from the desk.

Nancy told him that she had another plan for getting the information, and they left the hotel. From a nearby telephone, she called her father and told him of Slocum’s attitude.

“How about having a plainclothesman stake out the hotel to watch everyone who enters or leaves the place? ”

“A good idea, ” Mr. Drew agreed. “In fact, since we don’t know the woman’s name, it seems about the only way to spot her. I’ll arrange it.”

Nancy was not too hopeful that the plan would bring results. She remarked to Ned on the way back to Candleton that if the Mon Coeur swindlers ever had made the Fisher’s Cove Hotel their headquarters, they certainly could have moved out by this time.

“Isn’t it possible Madame is peddling her products in other small towns around? ” Ned speculated.

“Very possible. I mean to do some investigating.”

“And I’ll make a date with you right now to help! ”

Nancy laughed. “But I want to start out soon after breakfast tomorrow.”

“That’s okay with me, ” Ned replied.

“There’s no putting you off, I see.” Nancy chuckled. “All right. Nine-thirty in the morning. First we’ll attend church, ” she added, “then look for Amos Hendrick. He owes us an explanation for running off with the boat.”

Ned arrived promptly and they set off. After the service they went to the boat rental docks and boarding houses to inquire about the man but did not find him. Then, in search of Madame, they drove to one seashore resort after another. No one had seen the woman in days.

“At least we’re following her trail, ” Nancy said, refusing to be discouraged.

She paused in front of a drugstore window which prominently displayed Mon Coeur cosmetics and perfume. “This shop is open, ” Nancy said. “We ought to warn the druggist not to buy any more of the products.”

“These may be better than the stuff Madame sells from her cart, ” Ned suggested. “It’s possible she gets good perfume and dilutes it to make a high profit for herself.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. Suppose I buy some of these and have them analyzed by a chemist.”

“Good idea, ” Ned replied. “I have a college friend not far from Candleton who will make the report for us, and we can depend on it being accurate.”

Nancy purchased a lipstick, a box of powder, and a small vial of perfume. Later that afternoon Ned took them to his friend, John Sander, who lived a few miles down the shore. Only two years out of Emerson College, which Ned now attended, the young man already had become well known as a chemist

“John promises us a report by tomorrow night, ” Ned told Nancy upon his return. “I suggested that he bring it over to Candleton. He’s going to get hold of Bill Malcome—you remember him. We’ll make it a sixsome for the yacht club dance. Okay? ”

“Sounds like fun.” Nancy smiled. “I’m sure Bess and George would love it, too.”

When the cousins heard about the date, they were pleased. Both knew Bill, who had escorted George to several parties in River Heights.

“I won’t be able to dance with this ankle, ” said George, “but Bill likes talking better than dancing anyway, so we’ll catch up on the news.”

The following evening the girls had just finished dressing when their escorts arrived. Nancy ran downstairs ahead of the others to greet the boys. They were talking with Mr. Drew. Ned introduced John, who seemed to be a pleasant person.

“Did you bring the report? ” Nancy asked him.

“I can give it to you in a few words, ” the chemist replied. “The sample of perfume proved to be mostly water.”

“I thought so! ” Nancy exclaimed.

“The face powder contained chalk—the common schoolroom variety—mixed with a little ordinary rice powder to give it texture. The lipstick contains a cheap substance, which really is danger ous to the skin.”

“We must alert the druggist who has been carrying these products, ” Nancy declared. “I’ll call him tomorrow morning.” With a sigh, she added, “Wait until poor Bess hears this! She bought a bottle of that perfume.”

Bess came downstairs at this moment and met the chemist. The truth of his findings was not easy for her to accept. She was ashamed that she had not followed Nancy and George’s advice.

“I’d like to know what the perfume is like, ” Mr. Drew spoke up. “Would you mind getting your bottle, Bess? ”

She hastened to her room and returned with the bottle. As Bess uncorked it, a strange, not too pleasant fragrance permeated the air.

“That dreadful stuff gets worse the longer it stands! ” George declared.

“Why, how funny—” the lawyer started to say, then sank into a chair, staring into space. Alarmed, Nancy darted to his side.

“Dad! ”

“I’m quite all right, my dear, ” her father said. “But that perfume—”

“Cork the bottle, ” George ordered her cousin.

“No, no, that’s not necessary, ” said the lawyer. “The perfume doesn’t bother me. But I connect it with something unpleasant.”

“In what way, Dad? ” Nancy asked.

Mr. Drew seemed lost in thought for several seconds. Then suddenly he snapped his fingers.

“I have it! I remember now! ” he cried excitedly. “The woman in the taxi with me! She used that same perfume! ”


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