“I think not,” answered Molly.
“Did you find out something those few minutes you were in the den?”
Molly nodded her head.
“Is she——”
The two girls exchanged frightened glances.
“And her father a millionaire, too! Well, I never,” cried Madeleine. “I think I’ll just drop him a letter,” which she accordingly did that very day. But she never received an answer, and the debt still remains unpaid.
In the meantime Molly was closeted with Miss Walker for ten minutes.
“It’s strange,” said the President. “I just had a letter this morning from an old friend at the head of a private school warning me about this unfortunate girl who was a pupil there.”
But Molly was loath to discuss the matter, and still more loath to keep stolen property in her private possession. She placed the box on the President’s desk and hastened away as soon as she politely could. That afternoon there appeared on the bulletin board the following unusual announcement:
“All those who have lost property during the winter may possibly be able to obtain it by applying to the Secretary of the President.”