Raymonde unwillingly followed Veronica upstairs. Her manner was embarrassed in the extreme. She unlocked her drawer in the bureau, and turned out the possessions she had there, but no notes were among them.
“What’s become of them?” demanded Veronica sharply.
“I—I really don’t know!” faltered Raymonde.
“Then you must find out. As treasurer for your Form, you are responsible.”
“You’re sure you put them in my drawer, and not in anybody else’s?”
“Certain. It was the bottom one on the right-hand side, and it was open just as you left it when you gave me the silver. I couldn’t be mistaken.”
Raymonde flung herself down on a chair, and buried her face in her hands.
“I want to think,” she murmured.
Veronica gazed at her with growing suspicion. 273
“I’m sorry, but it’s my duty to report this to Miss Beasley,” she remarked freezingly.