“Has anything happened to the Dean?” Gale asked, the mystery still uppermost in her mind.
“No,” the Doctor said getting up and pacing to the window. “No, she is quite safe.”
“Then it is Phyllis,” Gale said with quiet conviction. “What is it? Tell me!”
Doctor Norcot came across and leaned against the corner of the desk at Gale’s side.
“What sort of a woman is Miss Elton’s aunt?”
Gale was taken somewhat by surprise. Why should she ask about Phyllis’ aunt?
“She——” Gale fumbled for words. “She isn’t exactly pleasant,” she said at last quite frankly. “Cold—aloof—stern. Why?”
“Has she money?” Doctor Norcot asked next.
Gale was more astounded than ever.
“I—I don’t know,” she said finally. “She keeps a big house—but not lavishly. She is sending Phyllis to college. I suppose she must have.”