There was one girl in the outer office—a student employee. He went up to her desk.
"Miss Miller," he said, "would you be so kind as to get me the grade sheets on the following people?" And he rattled off half a dozen student names.
"The sheets are in the Recorder's Office, Professor Saylor," she said, a little doubtfully.
"I know. But you tell them I sent you. Dr. Gunnison and I want to look them over."
Obediently she took down the names.
As the door closed behind her he pulled out the top drawer of her desk and found the key for the display case where he knew he would find it, on the bunch with the rest.
A few minutes later Mrs. Gunnison came out. She did not see him at first, because he was standing to one side of the door.
"I thought I heard you go out," she said sharply. Then, in her usual blunt manner, "Are you waiting for me to leave, so you can talk to Harold alone?"
He did not answer. He glanced at her nose, frowning a little.
She picked up her purse. "There's really no point in your trying to make a secret of it," she said. "I know as much about your troubles here as he does—in fact, considerably more. And, to be honest, they're pretty bad." Her voice had begun to assume the arrogance of the victor. She smiled at him.