She gave the bell another “ding,” and the conversational flood was at once loosed again, but with new import.
So the dean had also heard the rumor. Worse and more of it!
Terry herded Arden and Sim through groups of chattering and surprised girls, at the same time whispering:
“Arden Blake, you know something about this! Come upstairs!”
Arden nodded silently. Sim objected to Terry’s bustling about and tried to hold back. But Terry, well versed in the art of telling her friends something without being overheard by others near by, soon had Sim tractable and under control.
Safe in the sanctuary of their room, Terry started in.
“Well, Arden, what did you do this time?”
“Oh, don’t be so smart, Terry! I didn’t do anything.”
But her face flushed.
“What do you know about the college student seen coming out of police headquarters?” demanded Sim. “Come on—come clean, as the detectives say—at least, in books.”