Bobby took a pencil and wrote Miss Carrington’s full name slowly on a piece of paper. She put it before the Gypsy girl.
“Is that the name?” she asked. “When we spoke together before I had forgotten that Miss Carrington always spells her middle name out in full when she writes it at all.”
“Miss Carrington!” gasped Eve, and, like Bobby, looked in the Gypsy girl’s face questioningly.
[CHAPTER XIV—ANOTHER FLITTING]
“Is she nice?” asked Margit Salgo, eagerly, looking at the two Central High girls.
“Bless us!” muttered Bobby.
“She is a very well educated lady,” said Eve, seriously. “I cannot tell whether you would like her. But—but do you really believe that she knows anything about you, Margit?”
“I do not know how much she knows of me,” said the Gypsy girl, quickly. “But of my mother’s people she knows. That I am sure. She—she holds the key, you would say, to the matter. It is through her, I am sure, that the Vareys expect to get money for me.”
“To sell you to Miss Carrington?” gasped Eve.
“I do not know,” replied the Gypsy girl, shaking her head. “But there is money to be made out of me, I know. And Queen Grace is—is very eager to get money.”