When she had gone Dorothy turned to Tavia.
“I am sure,” she said, “that threat from the ‘T’s’ means father’s trouble. I will have to leave you to take care of yourself, while I go to the station. I must know.”
“Why don’t you wait for the mail?” suggested Tavia. “You may get word that everything is all right.”
“I have been waiting for mail after mail, and I feel now that Jean Faval knows more of the affair than I do. I cannot stand this suspense longer.”
“Well, if you run across Ned, be sure to send her to me. I am scared to death that Cummings will come in and find me. I have got to get my excuse ready, and you know what a beauty I am at fixing a clear story. I am going to make Ned do it for me, since you won’t.”
“If you told me how it happened, I might be able to do so, but, since you and Edna wish to keep the secret, of course I won’t interfere,” said Dorothy.
“Just as you like, but——”
Tavia was interrupted by a slight knock at the door, and the next moment Edna was in the room.
“Oh, there is a dreadful time downstairs!” she began, without a good morning. “An investigation! Every girl who left the grounds last night has been called to the court room!”
“I knew something was going on last night,” Dorothy said. “I do hope none of our girls are to blame.”