She’s not a scaredy-cat.” Bess defended herself. “It’s not a matter of being scared. I think Nancy’s in danger.” As often happened Nancy had to play the part of peacemaker between the cousins. Now she said, “Probably you’re both right. But I’m sure nothing is going to happen to any of us while eating in that Greek restaurant. It’s a perfectly respectable part of town, even though it is old and some of the buildings are a bit shabby.” “And besides,” George put in, “I bet there’s more than one Greek restaurant in town. The burglar has a choice.” “Oh, all right,” Bess conceded. “Next you’ll be telling me there are zillions of Turkish restaurants there.” As the girls rode along, conversation turned to the subject of the mannequin. “Do you really think,” George asked Nancy, “that Farouk hid something in her and that’s the reason he wants her brought to Istanbul?” “Your guess is as good as mine,” she answered. “I admit I’m puzzled.”
