“How long are your friends to be in this city?” she inquired.
“Oh, indefinitely,” replied Daisy. “They don’t expect to start west for a week or so.”
“Then we shan’t see them again after this visit?” asked Ethel, without regret.
“I hardly think so,” answered the other.
This piece of information, however, made Marjorie decide that she would make an opportunity to question them about their whereabouts on Monday night. It was not that she really expected to learn anything definite; nevertheless she felt that if they had played a practical joke on the girls by stealing the food, she might be able to embarrass them and thus conclude that they were guilty. Accordingly, she managed to secure a seat next to McDaniel at the theatre that evening, and when Daisy, who was next to him on the other side, was busy talking to Cryton, she seized her chance.
“Have you heard about our robbery?” she asked, watching him closely.
She thought that there was the least perception of a start in her companion’s facial expression.
“Yes, Miss Evans told us at supper. It certainly was too bad.”
“The part that puzzles us,” she continued, “is why anyone wealthy enough to own an automobile would steal such a cheap article as food.”
“Your thieves were probably hungry!” laughed the young man. “I’ve known times in college when I felt so starved that I’d have been willing to steal!”