“Do you understand it, Nancy?” asked the principal, quietly.
“Oh, yes, Madame!”
“I suppose it is natural for them to send for you if your guardian is hurt?”
“Scorch would be sure to send for me,” whispered the girl, nodding.
“Scorch?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“A very peculiar name, Nancy.”
“He—he is a peculiar boy. But I know him. I have been to his home. He is my friend.”
“And Garvan’s Hotel?”
“Is where Mr. Gordon lives. He is a bachelor.”