Nancy held her breath as she gazed upon the clothes and diary. She reached out for them, but Howard waved her off. “Don’t touch anything.” He withdrew two pairs of blue gloves from his drawer, handed one to Nancy, and put on the other. Glancing at Cathy, he said, “I suppose you’ve already handled these, but we still need to take precautions.”
Nancy zeroed in on the diary. “Oooh. Another diary. I remember how we found Mrs. Broom’s. It gave us clues to who killed her. We just didn’t understand them.”
Howard picked the book up in his gloved hands. “This one has a lock. I can pick it, but I’m not sure I should.”
Nancy pouted. “You have to. Otherwise, how will you find out if it really is Jane MaGregor’s and if it contains any clues?”
Howard placed the diary down atop the blouse. “There’s s
