"Anna!" screamed Emily as the girls all jumped up to tend to Mrs. Alexandra. "Anna, get Madame's salts!" The girls heard the thumping of footsteps quickly ascending the staircase as they gently moved Mrs. Alexandra to the sitting room. Ida began rubbing Mrs. Alexandra's wrists.

"Oh, I hope Anna hurries up," she muttered.

"I don't think even she thought you would find Mr. Baum that quickly," Helen said, giving Nancy a nervous chuckle. "I do hope the shock wasn't too much for her."

"It shouldn't if it's such good news as that," replied Ida. She shot Nancy a worried look. "But you're still concerned about him being the real deal?"

Nancy nodded slowly. "Yes, everything just seemed so … perfectly placed, perfectly timed … having read through several of my father's cases, even if he is the real deal, we must be absolutely sure."

Emily nodded. "Oh, I can understand that, especially considering recent incidents," she said, referring to them finding out that the Jane Willoughby who had been there earlier wasn't even Emily's real guardian.

The real Jane Willoughby walked in, a worried look on her face. "What happened?" Anna rushed past her to administer to Mrs. Alexandra while the girls began to explain. They paused when Mrs. Alexandra came around. When Anna helped her sit up, there were tears in her eyes.

"Oh, oh what a happy day! What luck! To have wanted to ask you to find my dear Michael and you find him the day before!"

"His wallet was in a place where Mr. Faber would have found it …" Nancy trailed off. Yeah, right in the middle of the walkway. Not on the counter, not placing it in Mr. Faber's hand, right in the middle of the walkway.

"Which means that something did happen to Nada and she told him to go straight to Mr. Faber's once he was old enough." Mrs. Alexandra clasped her hands with ecstasy as a few tears fell down her face. "Oh, my years of waiting and searching are over!"

"I think it should be wisest to go about this slowly and cautiously," warned Nancy. "Just to be on the safe side. I might have found your grandson, but we don't know if your enemies are close by."

Anna glanced at Nancy. "I think the young lady is right, Madame, we should proceed with caution. A picture is easily copied."

Mrs. Alexandra bobbed her head. "Yes, yes, of course, that is why there were other means of authenticating my grandson's identity."

"Mrs. Alexandra, would your enemies also know that your grandson and his nanny were told to go to Mr. Faber's should the four of you be separated?"

Mrs. Alexandra pursed her lips. "I, I don't know. It's possible … but I was sure the four of us were the only ones who knew, and I'm certain Michael's nanny would have told him once he was older." She grabbed Nancy's arm. "But this young man, he is still here?"

Nancy nodded slowly. "Yes ma'am, in fact, he's coming to my house tonight."

Mrs. Alexandra clasped her hands and let out a cry of delight. "Oh, oh how wonderful!" She turned to Anna. "Anna, please keep the tea set out. I want to invite him over!" She turned back to Nancy. "You will extend the invitation to him, won't you?"

"As soon as I've verified that it is your grandson, I will break the news to him and invite him for you."

"Wonderful! Thank you! You all must come, of course!"

"And his girlfriend?" asked Helen.

Mrs. Alexandra's eyes widened. "He has a girlfriend? Well, by all means, yes, invite her too!" Her eyes moistened with tears yet again. "Oh, to think he has been hidden so well that not even our enemies had found him yet!"

"Mrs. Alexandra, please, remember, we have to be absolutely sure it's him," said Nancy carefully. "And is there anything I should know about your enemies?"

Mrs. Alexandra bit her lip as she and Anna shared a look. "What do you think, Anna?"

"It's up to you, Madame, you are … the one in charge after all." Anna shot the girls a worried look. "I think it's best for their safety to not know." She turned back to Mrs. Alexandra.

Mrs. Alexandra sighed. "I know, and both of you are right though. You, Nancy, do need more information, but Anna is right that knowing too much could prove fatal to you." She pursed her lips. "Give me time to think it over, weigh the pros and cons, before saying anything else. However, there is another mystery I require your assistance with, that is, if you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all, Mrs. Alexandra! But I feel like I've only started on this one!"

Mrs. Alexandra took her hand and patted it. "Of course! But you seem to have been doing quite well already, so I figured another mystery might be doable. At least until we are absolutely sure that this man is in fact my grandson."

Nancy nodded. "That could work. It could give me an excuse to be here and secretly observe him while you talk."

"An excellent idea!" Mrs. Alexandra beamed.

"When would you like for him to come over?" Nancy asked.

Mrs. Alexandra thought for a moment. "Hmm, if it's not too much for him, maybe Tuesday at eleven? I want him to give him some time to process all of this, and to be honest, so do I."

Nancy gave a quick bob. "I think that will be best. I will let him know."

Mrs. Alexandra clasped her hands. "Oh thank you! And thank you dear Lord for delivering my baby back to me!"

"If you don't mind my asking, what is the other mystery about?" asked Nancy.

"Another reason for the delay, it is an old musical box that sings of a secret hidden within it. I never bring it with me when I come to River Heights, so I must send Anna to fetch it."

"Where do you live?" Emily asked.

"In Titusville, Anna and Mr. Faber thought it best that we weren't so close to River Heights. So whenever we come out this way to sell items to Mr. Faber, we make a full week trip out of it."

Nancy nodded slowly. "A wise move."

Ida raised her hand. "Mrs. Alexandra, may we come too?"

Mrs. Alexandra blinked. "Um …"

Nancy turned to Ida. "But you can help Helen show Katherine and her family around town. Besides, it might be best if it's just me, less overwhelming."

Mrs. Alexandra nodded, relief flooding her face. "Yes, that would be best, thank you. At least for the first meeting, but I definitely would like to invite you for another tea. Maybe Wednesday? And you can bring your friend Katherine as well."

"Oh that would be wonderful!" Helen said. "Though it might remind her more of home, she's coming here from Europe."

Mrs. Alexandra lit up. "Oh, then yes, definitely invite her! It would be wonderful to converse with someone from Europe!"

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "Where in Europe were you from?"

Mrs. Alexandra glanced at Nancy, turned to Anna to share a look, and turned back to Nancy. "Ask me again on Tuesday. I will know how much I can tell you then."

Nancy nodded slowly, though she had hoped Mrs. Alexandra would tell her. What if the Kovnas recognised her? Wouldn't she want to keep things a secret still until allies could be contacted? But she decided against arguing. "Very well."

A little clock chimed, announcing the hour. Mrs. Alexandra glanced at the clock and her eyes widened. "Oh my! We should hurry with our tea so Nancy can get home in time to meet Michael!" She stood up with a distinct queenly air. "I am feeling much better now, let us finish quickly. Though there is now so much to celebrate!" She led the girls back to the dining room and proceeded to pour them all tea. A single tear was sitting in the corner of her eye that made her already bright eyes sparkle. But despite how talkative she became and the good mood she was in, Nancy could not make Mrs. Alexandra talk more about her family's history. Every time Nancy tried, Mrs. Alexandra always managed to turn the conversation towards something else.

After dropping Helen off at home, Nancy mulled over the whole scenario. Mrs. Alexandra only let her know that she was from a wealthy family that had been destroyed by enemies and was from a country in Europe. But, if those enemies were in America looking for her and her grandson, why wouldn't she tell Nancy about them? Nancy had to be on the look out in case an enemy came knocking at her door. After all, if she was putting herself and her family into danger, it was best that she knew. She let out a sigh. She hadn't exactly made that very clear to Mrs. Alexandra either. Plus, she had found him before she even agreed to the mystery, that is, if Mr. Baum was the real Michael. Maybe she could get her father's help in the matter. Speaking of, she needed to inform her father and Hannah of the development.

As soon as Nancy got home, she got Carson and Hannah to meet her in the living room where she told them about the whole situation. There was a moment's silence before Carson spoke.

"And she completely refused to tell you anything about her enemies?"

Nancy nodded. "She positively clammed up, Dad. I mean, you could say she thinks that the less I know, the safer I'll be, but I highly doubt that's the case. I mean, if they don't want me to reunite grandmother and grandson, they wouldn't care about what I know." She huffed. "I just didn't make sure she knew that."

Carson shrugged. "Well, what's done is done. At least we have a basic idea of what's going on." He paused and tapped his chin. "Hmm, I wonder … maybe Denis can help us."

Nancy blinked. "You think he could? I didn't think he would have access to that kind of information."

"Oh, he might not … but he would certainly know how to get it." Carson stood up and tilted his head towards his study. "Come on, let's call and find out." Nancy followed him into the study and waited while Carson placed the call.

THe phone was picked up and the cheery voice of Denis Keene answered. "Yes, yes, I shall be there, have no fear."

Carson chuckled. "That's good to know, but that's not why we're calling."

"We? Um, ok, then, why are you calling?"

Nancy let out a huff. "Hi Uncle Denis! We're calling because of a new mystery I'm working on."

"Oh hi Nancy! A new mystery, huh? Ok, spill." Nancy related everything she knew about Mrs. Alexandra and her grandson Michael, then asked him if he could help. "Hmm," said Denis, "that seems a bit out of my jurisdiction."

"A bit?" Carson asked.

"Shut up, Carson," Denis quickly said. Carson smirked and gave Nancy a sly wink. Nancy grinned back. "But I'm genuinely interested in this. The matriarch of a wealthy, European family and her only living relative fleeing to America to escape death, only to be separated? Plus, you need me on this one. I don't think your Chief McGinnis has the authority to arrest Europeans."

"Another reason for the call," remarked Carson.

"Gotcja," replied Denis. "Well then, I'll look into your Mrs. Alexandra and I'll see what I can find. I'll get back to you as soon as I find something out."

"Thanks Denis."

"Thank you, Uncle Denis! You're the best!"

"Anything for my family. I gotta go, talk to you later!"

"Bye!" Nancy and her father chorused before hanging up the phone.

"Well, that takes care of that," said Carson. He glanced at the clock. "Now it's almost time to meet this supposed grandson of Mrs. Alexandra."

At seven o'clock sharp, the doorbell rang. Hannah opened the door and ushered the young couple to the dining table. They were quickly introduced to Francis Baum and his girlfriend, Sally MacDonald.

After dinner, Sally layed out her photographs, and Carson picked two pieces. One was of a lovely forest scene and the other was of a couple of mountains framed by a clear blue sky and a forest. Once the purchase was made, they gathered in the living room and began chatting away. Carson asked Francis about his past. Nancy shot him a grateful smile before turning her attention to Francis's reply. "That is, if you don't mind talking about it," Carson added quickly.

Francis shifted ever so slightly. "Well, I mean, I kind of don't, but yet, I also kind of do. See, I don't know who I can trust with this information." He shot Sally a smile. "Besides Sally, of course."

"Are there bad people trying to find you?" asked Hannah.

Francis nodded slowly. "Yes."

"Then tell us what you think you would be able to share," said Carson.

Francis leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. "Well, sir, it goes like this. My family, uh, moved here from Europe when I was just a boy. Unfortunately my parents died when I was very young and have since been in the care of, uh, my foster mother, who I called nanny."

"So, you don't have any living relatives?" asked Nancy.

Francis opened his mouth, paused, and then spoke, "Last I heard, I did have a grandmother. I don't know if she's still alive or not."

Nancy let out a huff and she repositioned herself in the chair to face Francis specifically. "By any chance was her name Marie Alexandra?"

Francis's eyes widened as he gripped the arms of the chair. "You know where she is?"

Nancy swallowed as she nodded. "Yes, and she told me about some proof of your identity, a picture of a young boy …"

Francis hastily pulled out his wallet. "Yes, this one!" He opened the wallet. Nancy was sure this time, it was the exact same picture that was in Mrs. Alexandra's wallet.

"Yes, that one." Nancy looked at him. "There are others …"

Francis nodded. "Yes, one was a toy lamb. Unfortunately, I don't have it. Nanny seemed to have lost it on a train. That is, that's what she told me, I've never seen it." He leaned forward. "Please, when can I see her? I have so many questions!"

"She asked me to extend an invitation to see her on Tuesday at eleven," replied Nancy.

"Why can't I see her tomorrow?"

"She had already made other plans," Nancy quickly said. She could have said that Mrs. Alexandra needed time, but didn't think it was her place to say.

Francis leaned back in his chair. "I don't believe it … after all this time … I've finally found her." The way Francis said 'finally' seemed to send chills down Nancy's spine. Was Francis a fake after all? "And then we can return home and reclaim the throne of Centrovia!"

(Author's Note: Hello rosy readers! Thank you so so much again for being so patient with me! I hope you're having a wonderful week and that you're enjoying these stories! I seriously can't think of anything else to say, it's pretty late and I'm tired after a long day's work. So, keeping this short and sweet, lol. Thanks again, and God bless!)