“Exactly,” answered the inspector. “You have lost a valuable emerald ring belonging to another girl who is making it disagreeable for you.”
“But I didn’t want to take care of her ring,” protested Molly. “She insisted on it. It was too big for my finger, and when I fainted it must have slipped off. I’ve done everything I could to find it, but she needn’t worry. She’ll be paid for it, if two acres of good apple orchard that were to have paid my college expenses have to go.”
“Nonsense, child!” exclaimed Miss Steel, suddenly melting into a human being. “I’m going to find that ring for you if it takes the rest of this winter.”
Molly seized her hand joyfully. By one of those swift flashes of insight which come to us when we least expect them, it was revealed to Molly that she had made a friend of the inspector.
“I have been here almost a month,” continued Miss Steel, giving the girl’s hand a little vicelike squeeze, which was her way of expressing cordiality, “and I have found out a great many things. A girls’ college is a strange place. There is a good deal of wire-pulling and petty jealousy among a certain class of girls, and yet I have reason to know that the code of honor here is exceedingly high, and I find myself growing more and more interested in the girls and their lives. Nowhere but in college could such devoted friendships be formed. They are elevating and fine, especially for selfish girls, who learn how to be unselfish by example. The girls develop each other. Your G. F. Society, for instance, has had a remarkably refining and, shall I say, quieting effect on Miss Andrews——”
Molly started. She was amazed at the inspector’s insight into the college life.
“Which brings me to the point I have been aiming to reach. Since I have been here I have taken pains to learn the history of Miss Andrews as well as to study her character. She is a strange girl. Doubtless you know the incident of last year?”
Molly shook her head.
“To begin at the beginning: Miss Andrews’ parents were rather strange people. Her father is a city politician who never made any secret of his grafting methods. Her mother was an actress and is dead. Frances hadn’t been brought up to any code of honor. She had been allowed to do as she chose, and had all the money she wanted to spend. If she is vulgar and pretentious, it isn’t really her fault. Last year she offended her class by telling a falsehood. She was under honor, according to the custom here when a student leaves the premises, to be back from some visit by ten o’clock Sunday night. She missed the ten o’clock train and took the train which arrived at midnight. However, as luck would have it, the ten o’clock train was delayed by a washout and drew into Wellington station just in front of the train Frances was on. She, of course, found this out immediately, and taking advantage of it, she gave out that she had been on the earlier train, which saved all unnecessary explanations. It must have been a great temptation for a girl brought up as she had been. But truth always comes to the top, sooner or later, and as the President of her own class happened to have been on the earlier train, she was found out. She was summoned by the Student Council, tried and found guilty. Then she was treated, I imagine, something in the same way that a French soldier is expelled from the army. Figuratively speaking, her sword was broken and her epaulettes torn from her uniform!”
“How terrible!” exclaimed Molly.