Gale sat on the bed beside Phyllis. “I wonder if this was meant only for you and me—or for all of us,” she murmured.
“No one knows we are here tonight—at least I hope no one knows,” Janet said.
“It is obvious someone doesn’t want us to discover something,” Phyllis murmured.
“But what?” Carol insisted. “Mixed up, I call it.”
“You’re always mixed up,” Janet said loftily. “Can’t you understand, darling, that whoever wrote this note is afraid of us?”
“We aren’t that bad looking,” Carol protested humorously. “What are they afraid of?”
“I wish we knew,” Gale said. “However, now that we are accused of prying into whatever it is, we will really do some prying.”
“I’ll sleep with my eyes and ears wide open,” Carol promised.
The girls took their leave then, sneaking as noiselessly as possible down the corridor and out the back door of the building. Gale went downstairs with them, locked the door and returned to her room. She found Phyllis still awake and pondering the strange note.
“Who left it, Gale?” she asked.