was repeated, Nancy, Bess and George raced into the great barn. At the same moment they saw the girl who resembled Nancy. She was darting in and out among the sightseers, but Nancy caught sight of her dropping a purse into a shopping bag she carried. The girl’s own bag hung over her arm. “She’s the one!” George exclaimed to the people around her, and put on a burst of speed to catch the thief. As Nancy started to follow, she was jolted to a full stop by two hands that grabbed her shoulders from behind. She turned to face her accoster, a red-faced, angry woman. Seizing one of Nancy’s wrists in a crushing grip, she shrieked, “Here she is! She’s the one! She stole my purse!” Bess, just behind Nancy, yanked the woman’s hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her eyes flashing. “My friend Nancy Drew is not a thief!” By this time a crowd had gathered around the group. A guard pushed his way through to confront them. “What’s going on here?” he demanded.
