Make No Mistake Read Free

leads to the more private areas.”
    There were several open doors along the hallway, and the girls peeked into them as they passed. There was a paneled library, a living room, and a smaller sitting room, all elegantly furnished. Most of the guests had collected in the formal dining room, so the girls went in there.
    â€œMrs. Adams sure seems to be a lot happier now,” George commented.
    The housekeeper was rushing around, seeing that the big urns were full of coffee and tea, fussing over the plates of cold meats and bowls of salad. Nancy saw that the color had come back to her face, and there was even a smile on her lips now.
    â€œI don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving,” Nancy said, eyeing the long table that stretched along one wall. It was piled high with food.
    The girls got in line and took plates. Nancy was just spooning some pasta salad onto hers when a deep voice spoke up right behind her: “I can’t tell you how it feels to be back.”
    She turned to see Matt standing there. “It must be kind of weird for you,” Nancy said. “How does it feel?”
    Matt gave a deep sigh. “Wonderful and strangeat the same time. In some ways I feel as if I’ve never been away.”
    â€œOh, but you have,” Nancy said. “Five years is a long time.” It was almost creepy to be talking to him again. If he really was Matt, she reminded herself.
    He ran a hand through his thick black hair. “I guess so. I just wish I could have figured out who I was before  . . .” He broke off.
    Nancy gave him a sympathetic look. “Your father was a wonderful person,” she said sincerely. “We’ll all miss him.” After a pause she asked, “How did you find out who you were?”
    â€œI saw the obituary in the Chicago Clarion,” Matt explained. “There was a photo of my father, and as soon as I saw it I had to sit down. I knew he meant something to me, something very important. I read the obituary three times, and each time things came back more clearly. I don’t think you can imagine what it felt like, Nancy.”
    â€œVery few people could,” she admitted. “But then, very few people have amnesia.”
    â€œThat’s what your father said. I was talking to him before you got here. He said he’s never run across a case in all the years he’s practiced law.”
    This might not be amnesia, either, Nancy thought, if he’s not the real Matt Glover. Almost instantly she felt aggravated with herself for raising the doubt so automatically. Lighten up, Drew, she scolded herself.
    â€œI’m starving,” Matt said, breaking into her thoughts. He filled his plate, then started to make himself a thick roast beef sandwich. As she watched him, Nancy suddenly remembered something.
    Everyone had always teased Matt about the huge mounds of mustard he added to just about everything. She paid close attention, holding her breath as he clamped the top piece of bread over the beef.
    Matt didn’t bite into it, though. Heading for the silver bowls filled with brown and yellow mustard, he opened his sandwich and plastered the beef with mustard the way the real Matt Glover would have.
    Nancy shook herself for being so untrusting. So far there wasn’t really any reason to doubt him. Matt was speaking with Bess now in a completely casual and natural manner.
    Seeing her father across the room, Nancy crossed to him, but as they talked her eyes kept straying to Matt and Bess. Bess seemed to be doing most of the talking, and from the smiles on both their faces, they were enjoying each other’s company quite a bit.
    â€œIs something bothering you, Nancy?” her father asked. “I just asked you a question, and you didn’t even hear me.”
    Nancy felt herself blush. “Sorry, Dad. I was just thinking, it’s pretty amazing about Mattcoming back. Maybe it is him.” She told him