"Did you tell Bede all that?"
"I guess I did."
"Did he ask you any other questions?"
"Not about Miss Wolcott. He looked a long time at Miss Elliott's account."
"Let me see it, then."
The clerk turned the pages.
"We charge everything that is prescribed for anyone at the school to Miss Elliott's account, and show on our bill who it was for," said the clerk. "That's what these names mean." He pointed to the names "Miss Jones," "Miss Beatly," etc., opposite each item. Lyon was distinctly startled to catch the name "Miss Tayntor" at frequent intervals.
"Has she been ill?" he asked with quick concern, and then added lamely, "She's a--sort of cousin of mine."
The clerk grinned.
"Gunther's chocolates."