“The athletic field?” suggested Purt.
“Perhaps. And I asked another girl. She said they had not come down from the school yet. They were kept in. So I came up here——”
“Who were the girls you want to see?”
“One is named Evangeline, and she-comes from Switzerland. I am Austrian myself. And there is another girl—a little girl who always laughs. Her name is like a boy’s name.”
“Bobby Hargrew,” said Purt, with a stifled groan. “And neither of those girls have come out of the building yet?”
“No,” said the girl. “I have watched and waited for more than an hour.”
Purt rattled the knob of the inner door desperately; but it was locked and evidently there was nobody within to hear him.
“They must be away upstairs and cannot hear you,” said the strange girl.
And that scared Purt, too. It seemed to him that this girl must know just what he had done to those girls whom she was waiting for. He started to leave the vestibule.
“Hold on! Isn’t there any other door we can get in by?” asked the stranger.