There was utter silence. Suddenly Nancy realized that if her Chinese friends were inside with the criminals, they might be afraid to answer. So she called loudly:
“It’s Nancy Drew! I’ve come with help!”
From inside came a cry of joy from Eng Lei, but it was stifled at once. The troopers said they would batter down the door if it were not opened immediately!
At last from the interior of the vault, their faces sullen, came Carr holding the dog by the leash, his wife, and Ching. Behind them were Mr. Soong and the Engs, who blinked happily.
The story was soon told. When Carr had discovered Nancy gone, he had rounded up his wife and brother to make a getaway. But Nancy had arrived with the police too soon. By hiding in the vault, Carr had hoped to make the group think he and Ching and the others already had left.
Before leaving, the Carrs would have disposed of the old Chinese and his friends. The workers outside did not know enough to give damaging evidence against the brothers.
“You meddlesome creature!” Carr’s wife burst out, pointing a finger at Nancy. “You’re to blame for our capture! In another year we would have become rich enough to leave this place forever. But you had to come snooping and spoil it all!”
At that moment another of the troopers approached to report that all the workers in the place had been captured. Nancy quickly introduced Mr. Soong, who was allowed to go. All the others would have to be held for questioning, the officer said, but he was sure the Engs would be allowed to stay at Mr. Soong’s home.
“Tell Eng Moy and Eng Lei good-by for me, Mr. Soong, please,” Nancy said with a smile.
“But you will see them again,” the old importer promised. “They will not return to China at once.”
The next day Mr. Drew, back from Washington, and thankful his daughter was safe, talked over the mystery with Nancy. The Carrs and Ching, they learned from the police, had signed a complete confession.
“One of the things I’m most curious about,” Mr. Drew remarked, “is how Carr and Ching obtained possession of the enclosure.”
Nancy showed her father a copy of the confession. It said the discoverer of the kaolin had been the brothers’ great-grandfather. His son had worked the pit for a while but had moved away. Then his son, the father of David and Ching, had gone to China as a merchant, and the property had been sold for taxes but never used.
Records, testifying to the existence and location of the pit, had lain untouched in Shanghai for many years. Then, five years ago, David Carr and his brother had found the records and had immediately come to the United States to look over the pit. Using the name of the geologist Miles Monroe, to avoid suspicion, Carr had purchased the tract of land, despite the fact that it did not have a clear title.
“Here’s something interesting,” Nancy said.
The Carrs had later learned that a man named Petersen had left papers which might upset their claim to the pit. David had been given a lead to the former owner of Mrs. Wendell’s house in Masonville, and this was the telephone conversation Dick Milton had overheard six months ago.
Carr, using the name Manning, had gone to her home, taken a room, and stolen the papers he wanted, as Nancy had guessed. He had installed the secret panel leading to the empty attic next door, to keep some of the valuable potteries there, in case the enclosure in the woods was raided.
“You spiked that one early in the game, Nancy.” Mr. Drew grinned. “And you figured all along that the religious colony was just a camouflage.”
“Well, in a way, the discovery of the leaning chimney in Masonville was a lucky coincidence.” Nancy smiled. “If I hadn’t found that, I might not have uncovered the secret of the enclosure.”
A week later Mr. Soong held a party in honor of the Engs. Nancy and Mr. Drew were there, as well as Bess and George, Dick and Connie, and Ned Nickerson.
Nancy noted with satisfaction that displayed on the living-room mantel were Mr. Soong’s jade elephant and the dragon Ming vase which had been recovered from the swindlers.
After dinner Mr. Soong made a short, touching speech expressing the debt of gratitude he and the Engs owed Nancy. Then Lei stepped forward, holding in her hands an exquisite vase.
Against a soft-green background was pictured a slender, golden-haired girl, pitting a lance at a scaly green dragon. Behind her stood a Chinese girl and two men in long Oriental robes.
As Lei presented the vase to a surprised Nancy with a warm smile, she spoke in Chinese.
“What is she saying?” Nancy asked Mr. Soong.
“Lei is trying to tell you that she and her father made this for you. Like all Chinese work, the design tells a story,” he explained. “The girl is Nancy Drew. The three Chinese are Lei, Moy, and myself whom you are protecting from the evil dragon: Ching, Carr, and his wife.”
He turned the vase bottom up. “It says, ‘Made in the hearts of Eng Moy and Eng Lei.’ ”
“It’s lovely,” she whispered. “Thank you,” Nancy said simply. “Thank you very much.”
She started to turn away, but there was a burst of applause from the smiling circle of guests.
“Speech!” George prompted, spurring the others to even greater hand clapping.
Nancy looked helplessly at Mr. Soong. “Please do,” he urged, smiling.
“Go ahead, Nancy,” Ned spoke up.
“I’ll do my best,” she promised with a little laugh. “There aren’t any words to express the way I feel about this vase. It’s more to me than just a gift. It’s a token of friendship; a bond between me and three of the nicest people I’ve ever known. I’ll treasure it always.”
Applause burst out again as she finished, then the circle broke up and Nancy found herself in one corner of the room with Bess, George, and Ned.
“Well, Nancy,” Ned said with a teasing grin, “now that you’ve located the China day and the missing Engs, what are you going to do next?”
“Next,” Nancy replied, “I’m going to tell you a secret. Mr. Soong is lending Dick the money to acquire the China clay, and the Engs are going to stay in America—for a while at least—and work with him making potteries. And now,” she added, laughing, “I’m ready and willing to take on any new mystery that comes along.”
Although Nancy did not know it then, the mystery was to be the baffling, exciting adventure of The Secret of the Wooden Lady.
“Meanwhile,” Nancy whispered to Bess, “I think I’ll join you in the ceramics class. Now that I’ve learned from Ching and Carr what not to do in making potteries, I’d better take a few tips from Dick on what to do!”
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