“‘Sh!’ sputters Gordon. ‘Shut the door, Jim, if you’re here to talk about her.’
“But before the other feller shut the door I heard him say:
“‘Wouldn’t no other school but Pinewood Hall do for her?’ and Old Gordon snaps right back at him:
“‘Nothing’s too good for her, Jim, and you know it.’
“Well!” continued Scorch. “I could have bit off the doorknob; I was so mad when they shut the door on me. I couldn’t hear another thing.
“The gray man was in there a long time. When he come out he looked mad, too. I didn’t hear Old Gordon’s buzzer for a long time, and so I slipped down to his door and tried it.
“When I peeked in, what do you think?” asked Scorch, mysteriously.
“What was it?” gasped Nancy.
“I never could guess!” exclaimed the eager Jennie.
“The old man had his head down on the desk, and his shoulders was heavin’ like he was cryin’. Now, what do you know about that?” demanded the boy, with the air of one throwing a bomb.