Gale shook her head. “I wish I knew. It might make things clearer.”
“At any rate, we must know something that we shouldn’t,” Phyllis said wisely. “What will we do about it?”
Gale ran restless fingers through her curls. “I don’t know, Phyl. I was beginning to think things were calming down. Now this——”
“Stirs them up again,” Phyllis said. “You had better go to bed, Gale, you are tired.”
“And you, Phyl,” Gale said contritely. “This has been a day for you, hasn’t it? The Doctor would scold if she knew you have had scarcely any rest since this morning.”
“Bother the Doctor,” Phyllis said fretfully. “Gale, promise me you won’t do anything about that note until I can go with you.”
Gale nodded slowly. “When I do something I’ll tell you—but I don’t know what we could do,” she added helplessly.
Chapter VII
NO CLUES
Gale hastily deposited her own and Phyllis’ books in their room and went flying downstairs again. Phyllis, out on her new crutches, was waiting for her on the campus. Together the two slowly made their way to the home of the Dean. They had seen her leave the office only a few minutes earlier and hoped she would interview them. Or rather, Gale corrected her thoughts, let them interview her.
The girls had talked things over long and earnestly. They had let several days elapse, but now they had decided the best thing to do was to go to the Dean with the note that had mysteriously appeared in their room.