“Sarah! Why did you call? Of course I’m all right. Don’t worry. Do you understand? Don’t worry! And Sarah—you will be Dean of Briarhurst someday.”
With those words Miss Horton replaced the receiver. She looked about the room and stood up. Grasping the glass again she walked toward the Dean’s office. She opened the door and spoke. Gale could clearly hear her words.
“This will help your headache, Dean Travis.”
Gale lost no time. She dashed wildly into the office, knocking the glass from the Dean’s upraised hand, thinking at the same time what would happen if she was wrong in her suspicions!
“Don’t drink it!” she cried.
The glass crashed to the floor and made a dark stain on the carpet. Miss Horton gazed at Gale in horror, shrinking toward the door.
“Gale! What does this mean?” the Dean gasped.
“It means Miss Horton broke into the Chemistry laboratory and took a vial—poison probably. She mixed it in that glass,” Gale continued accusingly.
“Is this true?” the Dean asked, looking from Gale to her now sobbing secretary.
The girl did not answer. Doctor Norcot and Valerie appeared in the doorway.