Not The Wrong Guy
“You’ve got the wrong guy, Miss Drew!” growled Lee Henderson, grimacing in discomfort as he was pressed against the corridor wall of the shabby apartment block where he had been hiding out while Nancy efficiently tied him up. “I don’t think so,” the girl sleuth replied with a slight smile, “but if you’re innocent you’ll have nothing to worry about!”
George looked on in admiration as her friend subdued the glowering man. “How did you work out it was Mr Henderson, Nance?” she asked. “I’ll tell you once we have him safely locked in the back of our car, George.” Nancy replied briskly. “Can you bring it round the front? Mr Henderson isn’t going anywhere in a hurry are you, sir?”
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