Mabel Maney - The Case Of The Good-For-Nothing Girlfriend

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?

“What’s the news?” Midge asked in a sincere tone as she slid into the seat facing Cherry. Cherry blushed when she looked up and saw the great big grin pasted on Midge’s face.

“Mel said the car can’t possibly be ready until morning, but she has her assistant working on it right now while she drives to the next town to pick up a much-needed part. We can have it back first thing tomorrow,” Cherry reported. Cherry was frankly relieved that Nancy had not yet returned to the booth. How was she going to break the bad news?

“Is that all she said?” Midge wanted to know.

Cherry turned bright red. “Something big is broken,” was all she could remember of the detailed discussion she had had with Mel about the state of their automobile. Cherry had tried hard to concentrate but had suddenly become all light-headed when the handsome, husky girl with short gray hair, large expressive blue eyes, and a ready grin had slid into the booth next to her. Although potatoes were one of Cherry’s favorite foods—after all, they were loaded with essential vitamins and minerals—she had suddenly lost her appetite! Not only that, she had noticed the most unusual feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had hoped the potatoes weren’t spoilt.

While Cherry had tried to pay attention as the girl drew diagram after diagram of the underbelly of their car, she had found herself staring instead at Mel’s large, strong hands, so deftly sketching complicated mechanical parts Cherry couldn’t possibly understand. “She has the strong, yet dexterous, hands of a surgeon,” Cherry had thought, noting with her keen nurse’s eye that Mel had taken extra care to scrub her short-clipped nails especially clean that evening.

“I think it’s going to be very expensive, Midge,” Cherry gulped, quickly adding, “But Mel said if we didn’t have the money, I could leave my address and she would bill me.”