"What on earth is the matter?" Joey whispered, squeezing hastily into a place by Noreen. "Something happened to the Lab—what luck for you stinks people! You won't be able to do any."
Noreen was rather cross. "Don't be such a young silly; don't you see this is going to be a horrid plague for us? That old beast has put the Head on to Remove II. B just because he doesn't like me, I believe, and of course we're suspected. You heard what Miss Conyngham said."
"But who's done what?"
"Somebody's got in and smashed some of his hateful old things there; I should think the cat as likely as not; but of course he fastens it on to us. Just like him. As if I'd go and do a silly kid's trick like that!"
"Of course you wouldn't. It's a shame," comforted Joey. "But of course the Head would never think so. S'pose she just had to ask. When does he think we did it?"
"Last night. He thought we were excited about the play and aiming it at him, and somebody went in and did it after we were supposed to be in bed."
"But he was there himself much later than that," almost shouted Joey. "I saw him out of my window."
"Well, he is the limit, then. Let's tell Gabby that."
The information was passed up to Gabrielle at the other end of the table; she came round to the other two the minute breakfast was over. "What's this, Joey?"
Joey began upon the story of last night, but hadn't got far in it before Ingrid Latimer bore down upon the group. "Joey Graham, where are you? You are to go to Miss Conyngham at once. She told me so before she went."