“Right,” Gale agreed.
“So Miss Horton was going to murder the Dean,” Valerie shivered. “How horrible!”
“She didn’t really know what she was doing,” Gale said.
“And the Dean forgave her as if it were nothing at all,” Valerie said. “Attempted murder is a criminal offense.”
“Miss Horton was too scared to ever do anything like it again,” Gale said. “There was no use punishing her farther. After all, no harm was actually done.”
“You forget the note and the mysterious man that night back of the Chemistry Hall,” Valerie reminded her. “And what of Phyl’s accident? Did someone push the lumber that day?”
“That we will probably never know—about the man I mean,” Gale said. “She must have had someone with her. But I think she wrote the note. As for the lumber that caught Phyllis, I believe that really was an accident.”
“Will the girls be surprised!” Valerie said. “Anyway, I’m glad I was in at the finish.”
The girls were gathered in the living room of the sorority house. One of the Seniors had a small radio and she was fussing with it while the rest listened and idled away the time until dinner. Just as Gale entered and joined Phyllis and Ricky a voice from the radio proclaimed:
“Flash! An unconfirmed report has just been received that Doctor Philip Elton, the world renowned surgeon, is lost in the jungles of Brazil. Doctor Elton sailed from Liverpool, England, a month ago for a vacation cruise on his yacht, the Tornado.”