“But it has been here for days——”
“That’s why my head ached. This thing is charmed. Maybe a drop of some one’s blood is sealed within the crystal,” she flippantly suggested, turning the stone over and over, smiling fondly upon it and otherwise showing neither fear nor distaste for the frozen “drop of blood.”
“I think it’s a garnet,” suggested Trixy.
“Why should a boarding school girl want to lug such stuff around with her?”
“Why?” repeated Trixy. “No custom officers to dodge.”
“But in that trunk! And not even in a strong little box,” argued Gloria.
“Some girls are careless. Also some grown ups. You know how very often real diamonds are hidden in old shoes and retrieved by honest cobblers, who become socialists after receiving the dollar ninety-eight cents reward,” philosophised Trixy. “Still, the girl who dropped them in her trunk must have been in an awful hurry.”
“But why hasn’t the owner advertised on the bulletin?” reasoned Gloria further.
“It is queer. Do you suppose Maggie knows——”
“That’s so. I’ll have to give Maggie something.”