“Exactly,” laughed Gloria. “She acted with her face and hands. But, Trix, she made one more interesting point. She asked me if we ever had a girl here named Yvette Duval. It seems one of the confidential and highly prized members of the flying horse squad bore that name. She died and left a young daughter. While Mrs. Corday was nursing her sick husband Mrs. Duval’s belongings were sent for. She didn’t say how old the daughter was who was in school somewhere, but I suppose she might be about like us. Trix,” exclaimed Gloria, suddenly, “if Jack doesn’t know anything about the necklace and didn’t give it to us——”
“To you——”
“Well, to me, who did? Is the missing Yvette really here, and did she pick up the necklace in her mother’s things by mistake?”
“Yvette,” repeated Trixy. “No one here with so fancy a name. The best we can do is Bobbie, Jack, Pat, and plain every day Mary,” she recounted.
“But I didn’t steal the necklace although I almost stole a trunk,” declared Gloria. “Don’t forget that the trunk started all this.”
“I’m not,” assented Trixy.
“Was that a knock?” asked Jane, as a tap interrupted them.
“Miss Alton would like to speak to Miss Doane in the office,” chanted Maggie through a crack in the door.
“Oh,” sighed Gloria. “All right,” she amended, and the mystery of the trunk, necklace, and hidden gems was, for the time, dismissed.