“Bailiff,” Judge Leonard snapped, “get some officers and locate that van immediately! Is there anyone in it, Ms. Drew?”
“Yes, sir. After I punctured the tires, I jammed all the locks. He’s stuck, just waiting to be picked up.”
The bailiff ran up the aisle and out the door.
“They used the paperweight to tape my dad’s voice,” Nancy said, continuing.
Bess, the ever-ready assistant, slid the tapes out of the envelope and said, “Defense exhibit C.” Then she darted back to her seat.
“We found these in the basement of Fleet’s. You can see they’re clearly marked-one with my father’s name, one with Judge Jonathan Renk’s, and one with both. They’re building a library down there.”
“And I imagine my name is on one of those volumes,” the judge said, his face red with anger. “Get somebody to send the police to this place,” he barked at the district attorney.
“They’re probably already there, to pick up the men who’re behind this. The owners of the Gold Star Cab Company.”
“What’s a cab company got to do with this?” the judge asked.
“Uh, if you don’t mind, Your Honor, if I don’t get exhibit-what is it? D?-on the table at this point, I’ll lose my train of thought.”
He smiled. “Then by all means go on.”
Nancy handed her father the two twenty-dollar bills. “Ms. Hanson-that’s my father’s secretary-sent this. It’s your change from the coffee money envelope, Dad.”
He took it. “This could have waited, honey.”
“I don’t think so,” Nancy said, holding up the envelope. “I’m told you make your contribution every couple of weeks.”
Carson Drew nodded. “That’s right. We all do. We-” He stopped, staring, then groaned. “The blank envelope. The coffee envelope. Is my face red!”
“One of Fleet’s couriers simply removed a blank envelope from the stationery rack behind Ms. Hanson’s desk,” Nancy explained, “slipped the coffee money into it, and kept the one you’d handled.”
“So simple. It was brilliant,” Carson exclaimed.
“The couriers are in and out around the clock. I’m guessing one got into your office at night while the cleaning crew was there and typed Unc-I mean, Judge Renk’s name on it.”
“And Fleet’s supplied the ten thousand dollars with which to implicate your father?” Judge Leonard said. “They could afford that?”
Nancy grinned. “That and more. Judge Leonard, do I have a story for you!”
Chapter Nineteen
“Incredible, absolutely incredible,” Carson Drew said.
Everyone, Mr. Tyler and Jim Dayton included, was positioned in various stages of collapse in the Drew living room, stuffed to the gills. Hannah had fed them as if it were their last meal.
“All this was to hide a stolen car operation?” Carson asked.
“A million-dollar-a-year stolen car operation,” Nancy emphasized. “They’ve been setting it up for years, bribing anyone who could keep the cab company front going-hack inspectors, licensing officers, police department record clerks.”
“Some city officials are going to be very embarrassed,” Ann said.
“It was a smooth operation,” Ned said. “They’d bring in a stolen car and paint it gold.” He shuddered. “Then they’d slap a magnetic roof light on it, stencil Gold Star on its side, and leave it parked in the garage for a while.”
“Then they’d take it through the car wash to get the water-based paint off and send it on its way-to a used-car lot.” Nancy smiled. “And Ann’s story threatened to expose it all.”
“They needed an insurance company for Gold Star, so they set up the Mid-City cover,” Ann said. “The only businesses Mid-City covered-on paper, that is-was Gold Star, Fleet’s, and Freddie’s Used Cars.”
“But how’d they pull in Jonathan?” Carson asked.
Ned rolled over. He was lying on the floor. “Brownley told us after Nancy and Bess left. He and Reston met the judge at Pinebrook when they went to visit Mrs. Harvey. They had to stay on her good side.”
“They saw how much he enjoyed playing cards and introduced him to some of their buddies,” Ann supplied. “They let him win at first, and that’s all it took. He began to lose. Soon he owed them a fortune.”
“He tried the usual way out first,” Ned said. “He borrowed it from the bank to pay them. But he kept losing-and wound up owing the banks and them, too.”
“They finally reeled him in by advancing him the money to pay off all the loans,” Nancy said sadly. “Then they let him work off the debt by passing along confidential information any time one of their people was about to get dropped on.”
“Who thought up the paperweight bugs?” Mr. Tyler asked.
“Reston,” Nancy answered. “Once they realized how valuable someone like the judge could be to the organization, they dreamed up the paperweights. Not only could they listen in and pick up information, they could use some things they heard for blackmail. Judge Leonard was on their list.”
“For what?” Hannah asked.
“He checked himself into a mental hospital a few years back,” Carson explained. “He’d just lost his wife and son in a car accident. He was suffering bouts of depression.”
Ann sat up. “That was no secret! It’s even in our files at the Morning Record, but Brownley and Reston didn’t know it was common knowledge.”
“They’d had such an easy time with Jonathan,” Carson said with a sigh, “that they figured anyone they leaned on would fall into line.”
“And once they thought someone they were paying was endangering their stolen car business by talking to Ann,” Bess said, “they really put the pressure on-everyone.”
“Only they didn’t bargain on this little lady.” Mr. Tyler patted Nancy’s arm.
“And I thought I’d let you help me when I met you in the alley that night,” Jim put in. “Look who ended up helping whom. My head still hurts!”
Ned put his arm around Nancy. “It doesn’t pay to underestimate Nancy Drew, private detective.”
Nancy smiled, gazing from Ned to her father affectionately. She felt terrific. She had Ned at her side. She had two new friends-Ann and Jim-the gratitude of Jim’s grandfather, Mr. Tyler, and she had just helped put the murderer of an old friend behind bars.
But the topper, the most important thing of all, was that she had cleared her father. She had just closed the most important case of her life!
About Carolyn Keene
Carolyn Keene is the pseudonym of the author of the Nancy Drew mystery series, and also The Dana Girls mystery series, both published by the Stratemeyer Syndicate. Stratemeyer hired writers, including Mildred Wirt Benson (who wrote the first 23 books) to write the novels in this series, who initially were paid only $125 for each book and were required by their contract to give up all rights to the work and to maintain confidentiality. Edward Stratemeyer's daughter, Harriet Adams, also wrote books in the Nancy Drew series under the pseudonym.
About Mildred A Wirt
Mildred Wirt Benson was an American author of children's books, in particular several Nancy Drew mysteries. Writing under Stratemeyer Syndicate pen name Carolyn Keene from 1929 to 1947, she contributed to 23 of the first 25, originally published, Nancy Drew mysteries. She was one of 28 individuals who helped produce the Syndicate's Nancy Drew mystery books from 1929 to 1984. Edward Stratemeyer hired Mildred Benson in 1926 to assist in expanding his roughly-drafted stories with Syndicate directed, juvenile text in order to satisfy increasing demand for his series books.