"Only a few weeks more and we shall be saying good-bye to the ivy room,"
said Loveday. "I shall be back in Liverpool; and where will you be, Diana?"
"Crossing the Atlantic, I hope. Dad"s had our names down for pa.s.sages for ever so long, and they told him our turn might come early in August.
We"re crazy to get home again."
"I don"t wonder! But _how_ I"ll miss you! I shall want heaps of letters."
"Rather! And so shall I. I"ll want to know what you"re doing."
"Answering advertis.e.m.e.nts about posts as nursery governess," said Loveday bitterly. "No luck ever comes to me. I had a sort of wild idea that if I won the prize for that essay Uncle Fred might think it worth while sending me somewhere to train; but I _know_ I shan"t get it now.
Hilary read us bits out of hers, and it"s just splendid--far better than mine. I"m not in the innings."
"Oh, Loveday, what a shame! The prize means so much more to you than to Hilary."
"I know it does. She"ll win the maths prize too, and the Latin one."
"It doesn"t seem fair she should get everything. I wonder if she"d hold back her essay so as to give you a chance?"
"Not she!"
"But if----"
At that identical moment Miss Beverley opened the door, and, candle in hand, looked round the room to see that all was left tidy. Her inspection was swift; she said "Good night, girls!" shut the door, and went downstairs to drink cocoa in Miss Todd"s study. After her evening round the silence rule was a point of honour in the dormitories. Loveday and Diana turned over and went to sleep.
Some time in the middle of the night Diana woke with a start, just in time to see Loveday in a blue dressing-gown, with their bedroom candle in her hand, disappearing through the door. Where could Loveday be going? Had she heard burglars? Was she ill? Why had she not roused her room-mate? Could she by any chance be walking in her sleep?
All these questions raced through Diana"s brain, and, as the quickest way to solve them, she jumped up, fumbled in the dark for her bedroom slippers and dressing-gown, and hurried after Loveday. She could see by the glimmer of light that the candle was going downstairs. She followed, flopping along in her woollen slippers, for she had not had time to draw them on properly. She nearly lost one on the landing, and had to stop.
When she reached the hall the light had gone into the seniors" room.
Diana walked softly, and peeped cautiously in. She had rather an idea of saying "Boo!" suddenly, and giving Loveday a scare, but she wanted to reconnoitre first. Her friend"s back was turned towards her; she was bending over a desk, not her own desk, but Hilary"s. She quickly drew out a roll of ma.n.u.script, tore it across and across, carried it to the fire-place, put it inside the grate, and applied the candle. Diana, standing in the dark outside the doorway, watched her in utter amazement. So many questions began to rush into her mind that the hall did not seem the best place to answer them. She fled upstairs again, jumped into bed, and lay thinking. In a minute or two Loveday came quietly back, blew out the candle at the door, and, treading softly, also went to bed. Diana did not speak, or betray by any movement that she was awake. It was an hour, however, before sleep came to her. She was on the early practising list, so she went downstairs next morning before her room-mate was stirring.
Breakfast pa.s.sed over as usual; the post-bag came in; Miss Todd sorted and distributed the contents, and the girls retired to read their letters. At ten minutes to nine something happened. Hilary, with wide open eyes and flushed cheeks, came running along the hall.
"Somebody"s gone and taken my essay out of my desk!" she declared excitedly.
Her fellow-seniors wrenched their thoughts from home news.
"Impossible!" said Geraldine.
"You"ve misplaced it!" said Stuart.
"No, I haven"t! I know just where I put it yesterday."
"Go and look again!"
"I"ve turned the whole desk out, I tell you, and it simply isn"t there!"
"Where is it, then?"
"That"s what I want to know!"
"Has anyone taken it for a joke?"
"I expect so, but I"ll reckon with whoever has!"
"It"s probably one of those intermediates," suggested Stuart.
"Anybody who"s got it must just turn it up at once!" said Geraldine grimly. "We can"t allow this sort of thing to happen. I"ll ask who"s taken it."
The head prefect made an instant tour of the school, proclaiming the loss, and demanding instant restoration. The school, as one girl, utterly denied the accusation.
"But look here!" persisted Geraldine. "_Some__body_ must have taken it.
It couldn"t walk out of Hilary"s desk by itself! She _knows_ she left it there yesterday. If anybody"s hiding it for a joke, please give it back at once. If it"s not brought back by nine o"clock I shall tell Miss Todd. Yes, I"m in earnest! Dead earnest!"
Seniors, intermediates, and juniors, very much astonished, retired to their form rooms and talked the matter over; but n.o.body produced the missing ma.n.u.script. During the course of the morning Miss Todd entered the intermediate room.
"A disagreeable thing has happened, girls," she said. "Somebody has taken Hilary"s essay from her desk. If it was done as a joke, I consider it a very sorry joke! Does anyone in this room know anything about the matter? If so, she must speak out at once and tell me."
Miss Todd looked searchingly at the faces before her, and waited for an answer; but n.o.body spoke. There was a flush of annoyance on her cheeks, and that firm set about the mouth which generally indicated a danger signal.
"I intend to get to the bottom of it. It can"t possibly be overlooked,"
she remarked, as she left the room to go and catechize the juniors.
For the rest of the morning lessons went on as usual. Immediately after dinner, however, Diana received a message to report herself in the study. She went slowly. She was still thinking; she had been doing nothing else but think since that midnight excursion down the stairs. It was rather a white-faced, anxious-eyed little Diana who entered the study. Miss Todd was sitting at her desk, and Hilary and Geraldine stood near her. They looked half resentful and half nervous.
"Diana," began Miss Todd, "I"ve sent for you because I believe you"re the only girl who can throw any light on this most distressing business.
I"m going to ask you a straight question. Have you taken Hilary"s ma.n.u.script? I expect a straight answer."
"No," breathed Diana, looking down on the floor.
"Look me in the face, Diana. Do you know where it is? Or anything at all about it?"
Diana"s eyes raised themselves to the level of the Princ.i.p.al"s knee, and then fell to the floor. She did not answer.
"Geraldine tells me that she saw you at Hilary"s desk yesterday evening."
No answer.
"You are known to have threatened to play a trick on Hilary!"
Still no answer.
"Very well, Diana. Until you condescend to explain, I can"t allow you to mix with the rest of the school. We have rules here, and I intend they shall be obeyed. I make no exception for any pupil. You"re inclined to think you have licence to do as you like, and play any pranks you choose here. I"m going to teach you a lesson for once. You"ll stay in the attic until you choose to answer my question. I"ve dealt with obstinate girls before. Come along with me!"
Miss Todd rose, and, taking a key from her desk, led the way to the attic at the top of the little narrow staircase. The room was very simply furnished, and was always kept in readiness as a hospital in case any girl should be suddenly taken ill. It was not a particularly cheerful apartment; it had a skylight window, there were no pictures on the walls, and the floor was of scrubbed boards. It looked, as it was intended to be, arranged with the main object of being easily disinfected if necessary. Miss Todd ushered in Diana, and pointed to a chair.
"You may sit there and think it over," she remarked. Then she shut the door, and locked it on the outside.
Left alone, Diana took a seat on one of the small iron bedsteads. Her face was a mixture of bewilderment and consternation.