Nancy Drew... Reporter Page #3

...that a newspaperman must stop

at nothing to get news.

If she intends to impress the editor

she must do much more...

...than what the assignment calls for.

So there.

A thing like this would happen to me.

I have it. Every word.

Oh, it's sensational.

I'll bet you, you never thought

I could do it.

The story of the Lambert inquest

was on the street a half hour ago.

But that's impossible.

I had it right here in...

We were lucky enough to get it

from the DA's office.

Oh, dear.

And I was so sure I had a scoop

and you'd have to stop the presses.

- Stop the presses?

- Or something.

My dear little girly, will you please

take pity on a poor, tired old man?

If another thing like this happens

to me today, I'll lose my mind.

- Good morning, Dad.

- Good morning, pet.

How's the star reporter this morning?

Don't mention it.

You watch. I'll show that Mr. Bostitch

whatever his name is.

- I'll get a story yet.

- That's the spirit.

- Good morning, Miss Nancy.

- Good morning, Effie.

Doesn't that look good?

Effie, you're an artist.

Boy, oh, boy. What cuisine.

Oh, shucks, Miss Nancy.

That's just plain old cereal.

Dad, I have a favor I wanna ask of you.

Go right ahead, darling. I'm in

a receptive mood this morning.

Go right ahead.

Well, Eula Denning needs a good lawyer

and I want you to defend her.

No, I wouldn't want that case, Nancy.

I've been reading,

I'm afraid the girl is guilty.

There's no extenuating evidence.

I'll bet she didn't do it.

What makes you think that?

I don't know. I guess maybe

it's my woman's intuition.

She doesn't look the type

who'd poison anybody.

You can't go by type.

The most charming woman in history

was a murderess.

Committed crimes

less than the Lambert estate.

That's where the man

with the funny ear came in.

Funny ear?

What are you talking about?

This man sat next to me

during the inquest.

And afterwards got in a car

and ran into my fender.

I'm gonna take that car away

if you start having accidents.

But it wasn't my fault.

I wasn't even in the car.

That's why I followed him.

I made him pay for that fender too.

Guess what? He went to that estate

and tried to get in.

- Probably another reporter.

- I don't think so.

He didn't look smart,

and he acted suspicious.

I wouldn't concern myself about it.

- Oh, no.

- You want it?

Certainly. I'm saving it for last.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Bye... bye, Dad.

Ted.

Oh, Ted.

- Where are you, Ted?

- In the garage.

What do you want?

Come here, will you?

It's something very important.

Oh, I'm busy.

Well, where are you?

Here.

What's the matter? What are you hiding for?

Somebody tried to blow up my car.

Oh, stop it, will you?

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