Nancy Drew Page #3

He lives in an apartment down the hill.

What's your name?

Leshing. Let me know

if there's anything I can do for you.

Nancy Drew.

Thank you very much.

Leshy?

We need to talk about the lawn.

Dad?

Mr. Leshing?

Someone stole my moccasins

and an important folder.

Mysteries just find you, don't they?

I'm letting the professionals

handle this one.

I'm on hold with the L.A.P.D.

Calling the police to solve a crime.

I like it.

It's been 57 minutes.

They must be having a busy night.

- Yes, I'd like to report a theft.

- I'm fine!

A favorite pair of moccasins

and a Pee Chee folder have been stolen.

Please send an officer over

immediately.

Someone must have told a joke

over at the precinct.

Yeah. That's it.

Because it would be irresponsible...

...for a police department

to laugh at a crime.

You're right.

Dad?

- Hello?

- Leshing, this is Nancy.

I needed to prove your whereabouts.

Go back to sleep.

Someone's in the house.

How did you get here so quickly?

If you're accusing me...

The attic.

How is it possible for someone

to be in the attic...

...and escape

while we're coming up the stairs?

Is there another staircase?

No.

Do you believe in ghosts, Mr. Leshing?

I am a ghost.

The Four Seasons isn't haunted.

What do you say?

Dad, you hate hotels.

Spa treatments.

Room service.

These books must have been Dehlia's.

May I borrow some?

If it were up to me, I wouldn't

let anybody in the house, period.

But you're paying the rent,

so do what you want.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean-

Good night.

I like him.

So turns out there's a mystery

here after all.

Dad, that mystery stuff is so boring

to me now. I've completely moved on.

Mm-hm.

That was really just a phase, you know,

like papier-mch or puppets.

It's over, done, finished,

gone forever.

Got it.

Z, I'm sorry to have vanished

like I did.

I know you have been

looking for me.

Something important

happened last week.

I can't be the Dehlia I was anymore.

I'm writing a new will.

I need to make provisions

for someone else. D.

D is Dehlia, but who's Z?

Who's the "someone else"?

No.

You' re not sleuthing.

No, sirree.

You' re just reading a letter

that happens to be a major clue...

...in a fantastically famous mystery.

That means nothing to you.

You're gonna go to bed

and be reasonable, Nancy.

You're going to a new school.

You're gonna make wonderful friends.

You're a normal teenager.

You really are.

Yeah.

Yes.

The quadratic formula:

Negative-B plus or minus

the square root of B-squared...

...minus four A-C, all over two A.

I only had enough time

for 12 flying buttresses.

But in actuality, there are 26.

Then I'll be brief.

O happy dagger!

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