season,â Nancy said, surprised.
âWeâre playing one exhibition game this fall for charity. Itâs for a good cause, and Iâll come back to see you before lunch.â
âWhoa,â Nancy objected. âIâm not hanging around the infirmary all day. Thereâs someone out there whoâs pretty anxious to get rid of me. Besides, Iâve got work to do.â
Ned frowned. âYou canât go running around with that headache.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with me that a few more aspirin wonât cure. What do you want me to do? Sit here?â
Ned sighed and shook his head. âWhy do I even try to argue? Look, letâs compromise. Come with me to practice. That way Iâll be able to keep an eye on you and make sure youâre okay.â
âJust sit there?â Nancy said doubtfully.
Ned grinned. âWell, you might chat with someone who knows a lot about Josef Maszak.â
âNed!â Nancy pretended to throw her pillow at him. âYouâre teasing. Who knows Professor Maszak?â
âWell, itâs just a thought,â Ned cautioned, âbut I have seen Maszak with Coach Burnett. Itâs worth a try.â
After collecting her things, Nancy followed Ned to the Emerson gym. There, Ned leftNancy in the office with Coach Burnett, a tall, silver-haired man in his late fifties. Nancy was seated across from him in a red armchair, the only comfortable chair in the room. The coach leaned back and swung his feet onto his desk.
âI should have known you were here to investigate a mystery. Why donât you ever come up just to see us?â He broke into a smile that reached up to his gray eyes. âOr is Nickerson not as much of a hunk as all the cheerleaders think he is?â
Nancy blushed hotly. âCoach!â
The man laughed. âIâm sorry, Nancy, I shouldnât tease you. After all, I owe you a lot.â
âDo you think we could get back to Professor Maszak?â Nancy asked.
âSure. But Iâm not sure how much I can tell you about him.â
Nancy tried to hide her disappointment. âNed said heâd seen you together.â
âWell, weâve had dinner a few times,â Coach Burnett admitted. âBut we donât talk about school or chemistry. I know very little personal background.â
âAt this point, anything would help,â Nancy assured him.
Coach Burnett nodded thoughtfully. âWell, heâs from Hungary, if you hadnât already guessed. His wife, Linda, is American, though, alinguist, I think. They met when she was teaching in Hungary. Stop me if this isnât the kind of thing you want.â
âNo, this is great,â Nancy assured him.
The coach nodded. âWell, Lindaâs very sick. Iâm not sure whatâs wrong, but I guess they decided she could get better medical treatment here. Thatâs why they came to the States.â
âThat explains a lot,â Nancy said. âI thought it was strange that a scientist from a communist country could come over here and do research for our government.â
âWell, apparently it was a problem. Right now Maszak has only a working visa. Heâs waiting for permanent residency.â
âDoes he like it here?â
âOh, yes,â Coach Burnett said. âHis first love is teaching. He loves his classes and his students love him.â
âBut he doesnât seem like a happy person,â Nancy commented.
âWell, heâs got a lot on his mind, with Linda and all. And I guess his work takes a lot out of him.â The coach made a face. âAll that fooling with biological mutations.â
Nancy laughed. âDifferent people have different interests, I guess.â She got up. âThanks for everything, Coach.â
âMy pleasure, Nancy.â
Nancy told Coach Burnett to tell Ned that he could find her in the science library. She headed straight
Zoe Francois, Jeff Hertzberg MD