“No. It’s my Latin notes—here they are! Let’s go, we’ll be late.”
The two girls were gone as quickly and as suddenly as they had come. Gale lost no time in making her way out of their room. She went downstairs to her room where Valerie was waiting for her.
“Did you get it?” Valerie asked.
Gale sank onto the bed and heaved a sigh of relief. “I did, and I nearly got caught. Marcia and her roommate came back while I was there.”
“Did they see you?”
Gale shook her head and unfolded the sheet of paper. “I hid in the closet. Now, where is that note?”
“Here.” Valerie produced the note which the girls had received under the door.
Carefully the two checked the letters. The letters produced by Marcia’s typewriter were even and clear cut. It was evident that the notes had not been produced by the same machine.
Valerie sat back and looked at Gale. “Well?”
Gale shrugged and folded the papers together. “Exhibit A is a failure. We’ll try some more.”