“He’s always goin’ on about that job at the gym.,” chuckled Billson, with a hitch of his shoulder toward Hebe’s bed. “He was talkin’ to Miss Grimes about it when she was in to see me the other day. That’s a fine gal—Miss Grimes.”
“I’m glad you find her so,” returned Chet, but with considerable surprise.
“Nobody really knows who did that mean job in the girls’ gymnasium, eh?”
“Well—some of us suspect pretty hard,” said Chet, slowly.
Billson looked at him, screwing up his eyes tight. “Mebbe I could find out, Mr. Belding.”
“How could you?” demanded Chet, quickly.
“That’s telling. Perhaps I know something. I’d do a good deal to clear Miss Grimes of all this suspicion. Oh, I’ve heard the doctors and nurses talking about it.”
“Say! do you think it would help clear her of suspicion if you found out the truth?” demanded Chet, in wonder.
“Huh! why not?” returned Billson. “I guess you’re one of these crazy folk that think she did it?”
“No. But I bet she knows who did do it,” blurted out Chet.