CHAPTER III

A QUEER GIRL “Oh, Dad, you don’t know what a time I’ve had!” Nancy Drew emitted a tired sigh as she emerged from the kitchen unfastening her apron. “This morning the agency sent me an Irish woman, but she was even worse than the one that came yesterday. She was the most unreasonable housekeeper I ever interviewed.” “Poor little girl,” Mr. Drew sympathized. “I can’t let you do the work yourself.” “Well, I think it will be easier on me than to try to break in a new girl. After the Irish woman left I called another ag…