That night the room was the scene of a secret rendezvous of the Adventure Girls. Valerie and Madge had managed to unobtrusively sneak out of their dormitory house with Janet and Carol. A light hidden under a tilted wastepaper basket enabled just enough light to escape to dispel the darkness while the girls sat around and talked in whispers and ate Gale’s fudge.
“Has anybody heard anything more about strange things happening to the Dean?” Phyllis asked.
The others shook silent heads. However, Janet spoke up.
“I was in French class late the other day and when I came out two teachers were talking in the hall. I dropped my book accidentally and while I was picking it up I couldn’t help but hear what they said. It was strange.”
“Well? What did they say?” Carol inquired lazily.
“One said ‘Then the President hasn’t yet discovered who took the money from the fund?’”
“Yes?” Gale and Phyllis leaned forward.
“The other one said ‘No.’ Then they saw me and walked away.”
“You scared them,” Carol accused.
“What do you suppose they meant?” Madge murmured.