"Rona!" she called cautiously. "Rona!"
There was a movement inside the room, and a face appeared at the window.
Rona"s eyes were red and swollen with crying, and her hair hung in wild disorder. At the sight of Ulyth she started, and stared rather defiantly.
"Rona! Rona, dear! I"ve been longing to see you. I felt I must speak to you."
No reply. Rona, in fact, turned her back.
"I"m so dreadfully sorry," continued Ulyth. "I"ve been thinking about you all day. It"s no use keeping this up. Do confess and have done with it."
Rona twisted round suddenly and faced Ulyth.
"Rona! You"d be so much happier if you"d own up you"d taken it. Surely you only meant it as a joke on Stephie? Miss Bowes will forgive you. For the sake of the school, do!"
Then Rona spoke.
"You ask me to confess--you, of all people!" she exclaimed with unconcealed bitterness.
"Yes, dear. I can"t urge it too strongly."
"You want me to tell Miss Bowes that I took that pendant?"
"There"s no sense in concealing it, Rona."
The Cuckoo"s eyes blazed. Her hands gripped the window-sill.
"Oh, this is too much! It"s the limit! I couldn"t have believed it possible! You, Ulyth! you to ask me this! How can you? How dare you?"
Ulyth gazed at her in perplexity. She could not understand such an outburst.
"Surely I, your own chum, have the best right to speak to you for your own good?"
"My own good!" repeated Rona witheringly. "Yours, you mean. Oh yes, it"s all very fine for you, no doubt! You"re to get off scot free."
"I? What are you talking about?"
"Don"t pretend you don"t understand. You atrocious sneak and hypocrite--you took the pendant yourself!"
If she had been accused of purloining the Crown jewels from the Tower of London, Ulyth could not have been more astonished.
"I----!" she stammered. "I----!"
"Yes, you, and you know it. I saw you."
"You couldn"t!"
"But I did, or as good as saw you. Who came into our room last night, I should like to know, when Miss Lodge had sent me to bed, and slipped something into one of the blouses hanging behind the door? I"d forgotten by the morning, but I remembered when the pendant came jerking out of my pocket."
"Certainly I didn"t put it there!"
"But you did. You came into the room, took off your outdoor coat, and threw it on your bed. I got up, afterwards, and hung it up in your wardrobe for you. Irene told me how you"d joined the cake club. She said you had the pa.s.sword quite pat."
Ulyth was too aghast to answer. Rona, once she had broken silence, continued in a torrent of indignation.
"You a Torch-bearer! You might well ask me not to expose you! "Remember the Camp-fire," you said. Yes, it"s because of the Camp-fire, and for the sake of the school, that I"ve kept your secret. Don"t be afraid. I"m not going to tell. It wouldn"t be good for the League if a Torch-bearer toppled down so low! It doesn"t matter so much for only a Wood-gatherer.
I won"t betray a chum--I"ve brought that much honour from the Bush; but I"ll let you know what I think about you, at any rate."
Then, her blaze of pa.s.sion suddenly fading, she burst into tears.
"Ulyth, Ulyth, how could you?" she sobbed. "You who taught me everything that was good. I believed in you so utterly, I"d never have thought it of you. Oh, why----"
"Cave! cave!" shouted Lizzie excitedly below. "Cave! Teddie herself!"
Ulyth turned and fled with more regard for speed than safety along the veranda roof, and scrambled through the window into the linen-room again. She was trembling with agitation. Such an extraordinary development of the situation was as appalling as it was unexpected. She must have time to think it over. She could not bear to speak to anybody about it at present, not even to Lizzie. No, she must be alone. She ran quickly downstairs, and, before Lizzie had time to find her, dived under the laurels of the shrubbery and made her way first down the garden and then to the very bottom of the paddock that adjoined the high road.
There was a little copse here, of trees and low bushes, which sheltered her from all observation. n.o.body was likely to come and disturb her, for the girls preferred the glade, and seldom troubled to enter the paddock.
She flung herself down on the gra.s.s and tried to face the matter calmly.
She had begged Rona to confess, and Rona in return had accused her of taking the pendant. This was turning the tables with a vengeance. How could her room-mate have become possessed of such a preposterous idea?
And in what a web of mystery the affair seemed involved! One certainty came as an immense relief. Rona was not guilty. More than this, she was behaving with an extraordinary amount of courage and loyalty.
"She believes I took it, and yet she is bearing all the blame, and shielding me for the sake of the school," groaned Ulyth. "Oh, what must she be thinking of me! We"re all at cross-purposes. Did she really fancy that when I said: "Remember the Camp-fire", I was begging her to screen me? Somebody took the pendant and put it in her pocket; that"s the ugly part of the business. It"s throwing the blame from one to another. What we"ve got to do is to find out the real guilty person, and that"s not going to be easy, I"m afraid."
Ulyth sighed and wiped her eyes. She had been deeply hurt at Rona"s sudden attack. It is humiliating to find that where you occupied a pedestal you are now, even temporarily, a broken idol.
"She"s right to scorn me if she imagines I"m such a sneak, but how could she suppose I would? And yet I thought her guilty. Oh dear, it"s a horrible muddle! How shall we ever get it straight?"
Ulyth sat thinking, thinking, and was no nearer to a solution of her problem when she suddenly heard the brisk ringing of a bicycle-bell on the road below. Springing up eagerly, she rushed to the wall, and shouted just in time to stop Mrs. Arnold, whose machine was whisking past.
"Hallo, Ulyth! What are you doing there?"
"I"m coming over. Do please wait for me!"
And Ulyth, scrambling somehow across the wall, slid down a gravelly bank on to the road.
"You"re the one person in the world I want to see," she added, hugging her friend impetuously. "Oh, Mrs. Arnold, the most dreadful things have been happening at school! Somebody took Stephie"s pendant, and it fell out of Rona"s pocket, and everybody thinks Rona took it, and Rona thinks it"s me. What are we to do?"
"Sit down here and tell me all about it. Yes, please, begin at the very beginning, and don"t leave anything out, however trivial. Sometimes the little things are the most important. Cheer up, child! We"ll get to the bottom of it, never fear."
Sitting on the bank, with Mrs. Arnold"s arm round her, Ulyth related the whole of her story, mentioning every detail she could remember. It was such a comfort to pour it out into sympathetic ears, and to one whose judgment was more likely to be unbiased than that of anyone connected with the school.
"You always understand," she said, with a sigh of relief, as she kissed the hand that was holding hers.
"It certainly is a tangled skein to unravel; but, as it happens, I really believe I can throw a little light upon the matter. You say Rona told you that somebody came into her bedroom last night, and presumably hid the pendant in her blouse pocket?"
"Yes; and she was sure that somebody was myself."
"Then what we have to do is to produce the real culprit."
"If we can find her."