“Sorry,” she said apologetically. “I’m an awful klutz. I nearly knocked these off your desk just now.” Bill still glowered at her, but slowly the suspicious gleam left his eye. He grunted and turned back to Eileen. George was gazing questioningly at Nancy. “We should go,” Nancy told her briskly. “Eileen and Mr. Fairgate must have tons of things to do. Thanks for your help, Eileen.” “I only wish there was more I could do for poor Gary,” Eileen told the girls. “Please let me know if you come up with any other leads.” “Well, that didn’t get us anywhere,” George complained as she and Nancy drove back to the dance institute. “I was really hoping Eileen could help us. I thought she would, since she likes Gary so much. I guess she’s just scared of getting into trouble with Jetstream. So we’re still at square one.” She frowned. “Maybe not,” Nancy said. She told George about the memo and Bill Fairgate’s reaction to her reading it. “He definitely has a big gripe with Jetstream, and it’s about money.”
