“I shut it, but did not lock it. Raymonde’s keys were dangling in it. I thought she would lock it for herself when she had finished practising.”
“Who came into the room next? Maudie Heywood? Then, Maudie, did you notice the keys hanging in the drawer when you arrived at 6.15?”
“No, Miss Beasley, they were certainly not there.”
“Thank you, girls, you may go now. Veronica, tell Hermie to go to my study and wait for me. Raymonde, you will stay here. I wish to speak to you alone.”
The Principal waited until the door had closed on her other pupils, then turned to the white-faced little figure near the bureau.
“Raymonde, this is a sad business,” she said solemnly. “You had better confess at once that you have taken this money.”