The young sleuth shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. One thing is sure. Whoever he was, the man acted as if he were guilty of something and didn't want strangers around."

"Which makes me think," said Bess, "that he is Raybolt. Nancy, we must give up trying to find him before he uses that shotgun-on us!"

"I might agree," Nancy replied, "if we were certain. But our evidence is pretty slim. For the sake of the Swensons, I want to capture Mr. Raybolt before he can leave the country. I'm convinced now that he and his wife are in collusion. They're just waiting to collect his life insurance, which is probably large, and the fire insurance, then they'll meet in some foreign place."

George chuckled. "You know, it would serve that old cheat right if his wife collected the money and never met him! He couldn't do a thing about it without being caught."

Bess nodded in agreement. "And I wouldn't put it past that woman to play such a trick!"

When the girls reached the end of the lane, Bess announced that she thought they should have lunch before doing any more sleuthing.

"All right," Nancy agreed. Laughing, she added, "How about the Mapleton Inn?"

"And have Mrs. Raybolt bring the police to arrest you!" Bess protested with a giggle.

Nancy had noticed an attractive roadside restaurant on the outskirts of town and drove to it. As the girls ate, they discussed their next move.

"I'd like to call on Mr. Swenson," said Nancy, "and ask him if there's anything else in the diary that might be damaging evidence against Mr. Raybolt."

It was three o'clock before the girls arrived at headquarters. When Nancy made her request to the sergeant in charge of prisoners, she was told that Mr. Swenson had just been brought to one of the waiting rooms.

"His kid came to see him," the officer explained, "and we didn't want her to see him behind bars. We told Honey that her dad had to stay with us a while. His wife's there too. Are you special friends of theirs?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then." The sergeant called another officer, who took the girls into the waiting room. A policeman stood watching.

At once Honey bounded into Nancy's arms. "See, I have on all my new clothes!" she said proudly.

Mr. and Mrs. Swenson seemed very glad to see the visitors. The couple smiled pathetically and it was evident that Mrs. Swenson had spent a good deal of time crying. Her eyes were swollen and red. She looked pale and weary, as though she had slept little.

"Your kind friend Ned Nickerson brought Honey and me here. He will come back for us in an hour."

Joe Swenson looked haggard and worried. He brightened somewhat when Nancy told him that Baylor Weston was not only keeping his position at the factory for him, but that a promotion awaited the inventor.

"You're the only one who can help us," Mrs. Swenson said tearfully to Nancy. "We haven't enough money to engage a lawyer, and we have no well-to-do friends."

"If the case actually comes to trial, I know my father will defend Mr. Swenson without a fee," Nancy a.s.sured her. "However, I'm hopeful that we'll prove your husband's innocence before that time."

"The book you have may help," Mr. Swenson said guardedly.

Nancy nodded. She knew he meant the diary. It was still in her purse. She told herself, "I'll have the rest of it translated at once."

The girls remained a few minutes longer, then departed, realizing that the little family wished to be alone. When they reached the street, Nancy told her friends, "If Mr. Peterson's well enough, I'm going to see if he will read the diary. Let's go to a phone and find out."

CHAPTER XVIII.

A Revealing Translation

THERE was an outdoor telephone booth at the entrance to a parking lot next to police headquarters. Nancy entered it and dialed the number of the Peterson bakery. To her delight, she learned that her old friend was home from the hospital and would be glad to see her.

When George heard this she said, "You're running a shuttle service between River Heights and Mapleton."

Bess giggled. "With side trips to Stanford and Sandy Creek."

"Don't plan on staying home long," Nancy warned them. "I may need you tonight."

"Tonight!" Bess exclaimed. "I was counting on giving myself a shampoo and-"

"Whatever it is," George interrupted, "the Swenson-Raybolt mystery is more important. Well, I'll stick by you, Nancy."

"And I will, of course," Bess declared. "But please get this mystery solved soon, so I can catch up on a few things."

"Like what?" George asked.

"Well, I've postponed a nice date three times already," Bess said. "I was to go out with Jeff Allen tonight, but I'll put it off again. Nancy, where will we be going?"

Nancy said this would depend on what she learned from the diary.

When the girls reached River Heights, Nancy dropped off Bess and George at their homes, then drove to the Peterson bakery. She learned from the counter clerk that the owner was upstairs in his apartment, and the woman showed Nancy the stairway to the second floor.

The elderly convalescent was seated in an armchair and apologized for not rising to greet Nancy. She smiled, saying, "Mr. Peterson, it's wonderful to see you again, and how glad I am you're feeling better."

"Thank you, Nancy. Why, you're a young lady now!" He laughed. "I remember you as a little girl, always objecting to the ribbons Mrs. Gruen put in your hair. You especially liked my Swedish fruit tarts."

"Mm," said Nancy, smiling in recollection. "I can almost taste the lingonberry ones now. They were my favorite. Well, Mr. Peterson, I've come to ask a favor of you. Would you translate a Swedish diary for me?"

"It would give me great pleasure. I am very much interested in diaries. Many secrets of history have been unraveled by diaries that were uncovered some time after the writers' deaths."

"I never realized that," said Nancy.

"In many cases this is true of the personal journals the famous people kept," the baker explained. "Take Queen Victoria of England, for instance. Pictures of her and the complicated politics she was forced to play make her seem like a very stern old lady. But she left a diary telling of her life as a young queen and mother of small children that gives a very different idea of her. She was gay-loved to dance and give very elegant parties."

"How interesting!"

"Then of course there were other diaries set down by great men of history; for example, George Washington's well-kept account of his life. One section tells of a journey from Washington to Philadelphia which took five days! He also told of a gift of mules to him from General Lafayette for his farm.

"One of the most important diaries was that of Christopher Columbus, who kept a record of his entire journey from Palos in Spain to our continent. Did you know, Nancy, that when he saw the sh.o.r.es of Cuba he thought it was j.a.pan?"

Nancy laughed. "I guess the old mariners made some amazing mistakes."

"What is more amazing is how they managed to get back home," said Mr. Peterson. "Some of the voyages must have seemed endless. I enjoyed reading about a schoolmaster who took a job as a private tutor with a family that was moving from Scotland to Virginia. It was a three-month voyage and all he received for tutoring the children was 'bed, board, washing, and five pounds' for the entire time!"

"How things have changed!" Nancy remarked.

She had listened in rapt attention to his recital of items in the old journals. Nancy wondered if Joe Swenson's up-to-date diary would prove to be as revealing about the writer's inner thoughts. A tingle of excitement came over her as she took the diary from her purse and handed it to Mr. Peterson.