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and smooth shaven. His nose was long and might have been thinner if he had had a slighter build. His eyes fascinated Nancy. They were dark and somewhat squinty. The text gave his height as being medium.
    Chief Pepper came in at that moment and asked, “Any progress?”
    “Not really,” Nancy replied, “but will you please do me a favor? Have you any tracing paper here and colored pencils?”
    The chief smiled. “I think so. What are you up to?”
    Nancy’s eyes twinkled in reply. He buzzed for a policeman to bring in the paper and pencils. Nancy laid the thin sheet over the photograph before her. Carefully she drew a much slimmer version of the man. After adding a beard, she colored in reddish hair.
    Satisfied with the result, Nancy placed the drawing before the chief. She explained, “As you can see, I’ve changed his appearance somewhat. Now he looks like the suspect.”
    Chief Pepper stared at the drawing, then held it up. “Nancy!” he exclaimed. “You’ve spotted a missing manl This is amazing! I shall have copies made at once and give one to each of my men.”
    Nancy was pleased with her work. “May I have a copy too and also one of the man in the book?”
    “You certainly may,” the chief replied. Again he pushed his buzzer and gave the order to the sergeant who answered.
    The chief turned back to Nancy. “I notice, by the way, that you didn’t change the size of the man’s clothes, only made them look too big.”
    “No,” Nancy explained, “because the person I saw on the Thurstons’ property was wearing clothes too large for him. If he’s the wanted man, then he has lost a lot of weight.”
    She glanced at the name of the wanted man. It was Clyde O‘Mayley, but he used the nickname of Slick Fingers O’Mayley. The suspect was on parole but had not reported to a parole officer and was once more on the wanted list.
    “He’s a very clever burglar,” Chief Pepper remarked. “But cutting a hole in Mr. Thurston’s cage and planting a land mine are not in his line.”
    The sergeant returned with copies of Clyde O’Mayley’s photograph and the drawing, just as the chief’s phone rang. Nancy decided to leave. Waving good-by to him, she took the pictures and walked out.
    That evening she reported the latest happenings in the Thurston case to her father. He praised her work and said she had acted wisely.
    “Our next move,” he went on, “is to talk to the five councilmen and find out each one’s views on High Rise’s project. If any of them plan to vote in favor of letting Mr. Wright destroy Mr. Thurston’s place, I’d like to know it.”
    After a pause Mr. Drew added, “I’ve concluded that since the High Rise people know I’m an attorney, Mr. Wright and the others wouldn’t tell me much about their operation if I question them.”
    As he paused, Nancy’s eyes lighted up. “How about sending me?” she suggested. ”They don’t know me.”

    “Nancy, you’ve spotted a missing man! ” the chief exclaimed.
    Mr. Drew shook his head. “I couldn’t let you go alone. I’d prefer that you have an escort.”
    His daughter thought a few moments, then said, “How about Ned going with me?”
    Ned Nickerson was a special friend of Nancy’s who attended Emerson College in the winter and had held various summer jobs. Now he was selling insurance.
    “Perfect,” said Mr. Drew. “See if Ned can come here. Perhaps he could stay a few days.”
    Ned lived with his parents in Mapleton, a suburb of River Heights, and was staying there alone while his parents were in Europe. Nancy phoned and was pleased to find him at home.
    “Hi!” he said. “I was going to call you tonight.”
    “How would you like to spend a few days at my house and help me do some sleuthing?”
    “Great! I’m tired of cooking my own meals. I’ll come right away.”
    “You’re sure it won’t interfere with your making an insurance sale?” Nancy questioned.
    “No,” he assured her. “I’ve sold enough so far to