Читать книгу The Case Of The Good-For-Nothing Girlfriend - Mabel Maney - Страница 12

Midge gave a great big satisfied sigh. “Those were the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had,” she groaned as she licked the last of the gravy from her fork and pushed her plate aside.

Cherry beamed. “Idaho is the Land of Famous Potatoes, Midge!” she cried before taking another bite of her delicious, creamy Potatoes Au Gratin—perfectly baked spuds smothered in a rich cheddar cheese sauce and topped with a mound of sour cream.

“How are your French Fried Potatoes, Lauren?” she asked their teen-aged friend, who was hungrily gulping down thin strips of fried potatoes smothered in catsup. Lauren nodded and kept eating. She was especially hungry after her rock-climbing adventure.

Cherry glanced anxiously at Velma, who was busy checking her makeup in her compact mirror. “Her Hash Browns are getting cold,” Cherry worried, knowing that the dish was most delicious when eaten piping hot. Cherry noted, too, with dismay, that Nancy had barely touched her plate of Scalloped Potatoes—generous slices of potato floating in a delectable mushroom sauce. “Although she has managed to consume two vodka martinis, that’s not nearly enough nutrition for a girl on the go.” Cherry knew Nancy was anxious to know the fate of their damaged automobile, now in the hands of a capable mechanic at a garage just around the corner from the Pocatello Potato Palace, where the little group was enjoying the fine local cuisine.

The nice mechanic had promised to report back to the group as soon as possible as to the condition of their vehicle. While Cherry sincerely hoped the damage would require no more than a simple repair job, she had to admit she wouldn’t at all mind staying the night in Pocatello, a lovely little town nestled in a peaceful valley, ringed by the famous Pocatello Peaks.

“Nancy could surely benefit from some of this refreshing mountain air,” Cherry thought, taking a peek at her chum. Nancy was staring anxiously into her empty martini glass. “If I don’t stop her, she’s going to worry herself sick about Hannah,” Cherry realized with alarm.

“Isn’t it lucky we met a mechanic willing to work this late on a Friday night, and for no extra fee besides?” she remarked in a cheery tone, trying to get Nancy to look at the bright side of their predicament. “We were fortunate to meet such a helpful person.”

“Mel thought you were pretty swell, too,” Midge grinned. “Especially when you dropped your purse and bent over to pick up your things just as that gust of wind blew through the garage.”

Cherry flushed hotly, and promised herself she’d never remove her undergarments again, no matter how hot the day!

“A true professional is on call twenty-four hours a day, Midge,” she retorted, hoping Nancy wasn’t taking Midge’s teasing seriously. “Nancy must be terribly jealous,” Cherry thought. “Why, Midge as much as said I deliberately used my feminine wiles to charm the auto mechanic!”

Cherry put her arm around Nancy, hoping to squelch any doubts as to her loyalty to her one and only true love! “Ignore Midge,” she wanted to cry. “I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have.”

Cherry noted with relief that Nancy wasn’t paying one bit of attention to her. She was, in fact, busy scribbling notes on the paper coaster that had come with her drink.

“I was just writing down what I intend to do when we get to River Depths,” Nancy explained. “When I’m working on a case, it helps to keep track of things.” She showed them her list.

1. Get Father’s letters from secret hiding place

2. Confess to killing Father

3. Pick up Hannah from prison

“Although I probably won’t really need the evidence, since the Chief will believe me based on my fine reputation alone, immediately free Hannah, and declare the shooting a case of justifiable homicide,” she pointed out, putting a question mark next to the first line.

Midge groaned, rolled her eyes, and shot Velma a disgusted look. Velma gave her a placating smile. Although Midge hadn’t come right out and said it, Velma could tell her girlfriend was none too keen on Nancy’s plan.

“Nancy, I’m not so sure—” Midge started, but Velma cut her off.

“Why don’t you call the Chief now and tell him the whole truth? Then we won’t have to rush so to get to River Depths,” Velma suggested.

“Oh no, Velma,” Nancy replied. “I must tell the Chief in person, and I must hand him Father’s letters as I’m telling him, so that he understands fully the gravity and delicacy of the situation. But,” she added as she rifled through her summer straw bag then tossed it on the table. “If anyone has any nickels I could borrow, I am going to try and contact Bess and George again.”

Cherry handed over her red leatherette coin caddie, which she always kept filled with an assortment of change. Nancy jumped up and raced for the corner telephone booth situated in the rear of the restaurant.

Nancy had so far been frustrated in her attempts to contact her friends George and Bess, and inform them of her impending arrival. George Fey, a girl with a boy’s name, and Bess Marvel, a giggly, plump girl with a sweet nature who was never far from George’s side, had been Nancy’s closest friends for years, and together the three chums had solved many an exciting mystery.

Midge sighed and shut her mouth. For now she’d hold her tongue about Nancy’s plans. Besides, wasn’t Velma always saying she was too quick to jump to conclusions? Midge leaned over the table and speared a potato from Nancy’s plate. “It’s a sin to let good food go to waste,” she declared as she gulped down a big bite of Nancy’s yummy Scalloped Potatoes. Cherry was just about to warn Midge about the health hazards of sharing food when she noticed that Midge had turned her attention from the plate and was now staring at the front of the restaurant with a bemused grin on her face.

“What does Midge find so amusing?” Cherry wondered. She looked across the crowded restaurant and was startled to see their mechanic standing in the doorway; only, in place of the oily overalls and cap favored by those whose work brought them in contact with many greasy items, Mel had changed into pressed, pleated trousers and a crisp white shirt.

And she was headed straight for their table!

“I’m going outside for a smoke,” Midge declared suddenly, jumping up from the table and racing toward the door.

“I’m going to powder my nose,” Velma said, following Midge.

“I’m gonna go to the garage and make sure my rocks are safe,” Lauren said, hot on the couple’s heels.

Cherry turned bright red. Her heart raced at the thought of being left alone with Mel. “Why, I wouldn’t even know what to say to her,” Cherry gulped. After all, she was only a nurse—what did she know about auto repair?