The Dean nodded slowly. “Since you know so much I will tell you what little more there is to be told. Someone, we don’t know who, took money—cash—from the safe in my office. The balance of the money, however, is in the bank and quite safe.”
“Haven’t you any idea who might have taken it?” Phyllis pursued.
“Four people have the combination, and I am convinced that each one is trustworthy. About the other occurrences—you already know as much as I.”
“Why did Professor Harris give up her position as Dean?” Gale asked suddenly. She had for a long time been thinking that the former Dean might be trying to revenge herself upon the new head for taking her position.
“She went abroad to live in England, I believe,” Dean Travis said. “She had been planning it for quite a while.”
“And then you were appointed,” Gale murmured.
“Wasn’t there an election or something?” Phyllis asked. “Wasn’t there anyone else trying for the position the same time as you?”
“I believe there was,” the Dean smiled. “Are you trying to make me believe that my rival for the position has sworn revenge? No, girls, I don’t think that is possible.”
“What does Doctor Norcot think about these things?” Gale asked.
“She is at quite a loss to explain them,” the Dean murmured.