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Nancy to see a short, gray-haired woman in a worn housedress. “What?” the old woman snapped, gazing up at Nancy suspiciously.
    “Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could tell me something about Mr. Wynn?” Nancy asked.
    The woman’s blue eyes narrowed. “Who wants to know?”
    “I’m his niece,” Nancy told her, mentally crossing her fingers.
    The woman’s face softened a bit, and she opened the front door wider. “Well, I hate to tell you this, honey, but your Uncle Iggy passed on. He just lay down one night and didn’t wake up. It was a peaceful death, I guess.”
    Nancy’s mouth fell open. “You mean, he’s—dead?” That was news!
    “Has anyone—I mean, anyone else —in his family been by?” she inquired after a moment.
    “I didn’t know he had any family,” the woman told her. “I saw a woman come by one day. And a man the next. But I don’t know who they were.”
    “Was the woman small?” Nancy asked. “That would be my cousin, Marie,” she added quickly.
    “This was someone else, then. She was kind of fat. The man was on the tall side. I didn’t get a good look at them. I mind my own business.”
    Nancy smiled to herself at this last remark. “Do you know what’s going to happen to the house?” she asked.
    The old woman snorted with laughter. “Sure I do. The government is taking over ownership. Iggy owed so much on back taxes that the state owns that house for sure. They were trying to blast him out of there for years, but he wouldn’t go. Bless that stubborn old wino. He wasn’t budging.”
    Nancy nodded.
    “How long ago did—uh, Uncle Iggy die?” she asked.
    After thinking a moment, the woman replied, “Two weeks ago. It was in the paper and all—just a single line crammed in with all the other unimportant dead folks’ lines. Wasn’t like they put his picture in or anything.”
    “That would explain it,” murmured Nancy, thinking out loud.
    “Explain what?” asked the woman, raising an eyebrow.
    “Huh? Oh—nothing. Thank you very much for talking to me,” Nancy said hastily. “I’ve got to be going.”
    The woman nodded and shut the door.
    Nancy’s mind was racing as she headed back to her car and slipped behind the wheel. The real I. Wynn didn’t have anything to do with this scam, she realized. The culprit must have picked the name from the obituary column. It was perfect. Ignatz Wynn had no relatives, according to the woman across the street, and his house was empty. How had the culprit learned Wynn’s Social Security number, though? That was a mystery for now.
    Nancy drummed her fingers against the steering wheel as she pondered another question. Who were the man and woman? They could be in on the grade-changing scheme. Or they could be real estate people or officials from the state. The only thing she knew for sure was that neither of them was the petite girl who had opened the account as I. Wynn.
    Starting up the engine, Nancy headed for home. The muscles in her arms were throbbing. She was sure she had some cuts and bruises that should be taken care of, too. She let out a sigh. This case wasn’t going to be as easy to solve as she had hoped. Her culprit was very clever.
    Time to go undercover, she decided. It looked as if she wasn’t going to visit Ned at Emerson this weekend.
     
    By four o’clock that afternoon, Nancy had taken a long, hot bath and rubbed ointment on the scratches on her arms. Still wrapped in her bathrobe, she picked up the phone on her bedside table and called Sally Lane at home. After saying hello, she asked, “Can you think of a believable reason for me to be hanging around the school, asking questions?”
    After a brief pause, Sally’s high-pitched voice came back over the line. “What about the new tutoring program? That could work. One of the tutors just dropped out, and they’re looking for a replacement.”
    “That’d be perfect,” said Nancy. “The kids who need tutoring are likely to be the same ones who’d