Gale shook her head. “No, but I am going to find out. I have a hunch that the three incidents are tied together in some way.”
“Ah! Mystery at Briarhurst!” Phyllis said gayly. “But both things might have been accidental, you know.”
“I don’t think so,” Gale said firmly. “A rope doesn’t cut itself and secondly, a test tube of acid doesn’t walk from a locked closet and fall out the window.”
“Then you think someone is really trying to injure the Dean?”
“It looks like it,” Gale said. She crossed to the window. Her studies were forgotten, the open text book on her desk did not exist. “Heavenly night, Phyl.”
From the campus below floated up a chorus of friendly voices. The Seniors were singing their sorority song:
“Secure in love and laughter,
Our voices blend on high,
We link our hands in friendship,
The girls of Omega Chi.”