“By a simple act of deductive reasoning I have come to the conclusion that there is a crook loose on the campus,” Janet announced.
“Did you think of that all by yourself?” Carol chided.
“Someone took money from the school funds?” Gale murmured. “Things are getting worse.”
“Why don’t they call a policeman?” Carol asked, juggling a book on her head.
“And get the college name spread over every newspaper in the country? That would be a nice scandal for the school!” Janet scoffed.
“It’s better than having our things disappear from under our very noses,” Carol retorted.
“No one has touched any of the students’ things,” Valerie reminded them. “It seems to be the college and the Dean who are in difficulty.”
“I wonder who is doing it?” Phyllis murmured. “It must be someone in the college.”
“Did you see Marcia Marlette this afternoon?” Carol started to giggle. “Where was she going? She was dressed in all her finery.”
“She had everything on but the kitchen sink,” added Janet with a laugh.