"No."
"No name? No means of identification?"
"Nothing except the script. It was in script, not current form."
"I see." One could see Henrietta bracing herself. "Then you had better bring me the book and we will take the proper steps to have the owner identified."
"I haven't got it," said poor Lucy. "I drowned it."
"You what?"
"I mean, I dropped it into the stream by the games field."
"That was surely a very extraordinary thing to do?" Was there a spark of relief in Henrietta's eye?
"Not really. I suppose it was impetuous. But what was I to do with it? It was a precis of Pathology, and the Pathology Final was over and the book had not been used. Whatever had been planned had not been carried out. Why, then, worry you by bringing the book to you? It seemed to me that the best punishment for whoever had compiled the thing was never to know what had become of it. To live the rest of her days with a question at the back of her mind."
"'Whoever had compiled it. That describes the situation, doesn't it? There is not one iota of evidence to connect the book with Miss Rouse."