With a determined look, Miss Hatherly opened the bag. From it she brought out first a pair of faded and very much darned blue socks, next a shirt with a large hole in it, next a bathing suit, and lastly a pair of very grimy white flannel trousers.
The Higher Thinkers looked bewildered. But Miss Hatherly was not daunted.
“They’re clues!” she said, “clues—if only we can piece them together properly; they must have some meaning. Ah, here’s a note-book—this will explain everything.”
She opened the note-book and began to read:
“Oh, Marion, my lady fair,
Has eyes of blue and golden hair.
Her heart of gold is kind and true,
She is the sweetest girl you ever knew.
But oh, a dragon guards this jewel
A hideous dragon, foul and cruel,