“I’m going through Carrie’s desk,” returned Margy, placidly.
“Oh—suppose some one finds you?” said Jess, with a shiver of fear.
“They won’t. That’s why you have to wait,” said Margy, who had thought out her plan carefully. “You see, I figure that if Carrie found the pin she won’t dare wear it and she won’t take it home to show her mother, because she would make her give it back. She can’t do a thing with it, but keep it to plague Polly and show the Conundrum Club. So I think she’ll leave it in her desk, and I mean to take it out.”
CHAPTER XVI
RIDDLE CHAP
Of course it wasn’t the right thing to do—to go through Carrie’s desk. Margy herself had the feeling that she was in the wrong, but she certainly didn’t mean to let Carrie keep Polly’s pin if she had it. Neither did Margy like the idea of telling the teacher and asking her to have Carrie search her desk.
“I’m the one to get that pin back, and I’m going to do it,” thought Margy, as she marched upstairs, leaving five sober-faced children to wait for her.
Luckily, there was no one in the classroom when Margy entered it. She supposed a burglar must feel as she did when she thrust her right hand into Carrie’s desk. Two pencils, a box of candy cough drops, a handkerchief with a gingham border—Margy’s fingers touched the back of the desk. There, far up in one corner, she felt something that pricked her.
“Ouch!” she said, and drew out the pin.
Waiting only to return the things she had taken out, Margy flew down the stairs and presented the pin to an astonished and delighted Polly.
“And don’t lose it again,” she lectured her. “I might not be able to find it so easily a second time.”