CHAPTER XVII
A Tangled Story
MEG rushed to the lecture hall just in time to enter un.o.btrusively among a crowd of other girls, and to take her seat for afternoon call-over without attracting special notice from mistresses or monitresses. She congratulated herself on having been promoted to Mr. Cobb"s painting cla.s.s. The fact of her change of costume would be quite lost upon him, though Miss Harris, the ordinary drawing mistress, might possibly have recognized Gipsy"s dress. One or two of her Form mates stared at her curiously, but the greater number were too much preoccupied with answering "present" to their names, and filing away to their various cla.s.ses, to pay any particular attention to her. The girls at the painting lesson, with the exception of Fiona Campbell, were all Seniors.
If they realized any difference in Meg"s appearance, there was no opportunity either for them to make comments or for her to give explanations. I am afraid the study in oil colours of carnations, upon which she was engaged, did not make much progress that afternoon, for her thoughts were entirely about Gipsy, wondering how far she had got upon her travels, and whether Miss Poppleton had yet discovered her absence.
Directly the four o"clock bell rang and the cla.s.s was released, Meg, leaving the other girls leisurely putting away their tubes of paints and cleaning their palettes, scrambled her possessions together anyhow, and bolted from the room before she could be questioned. Going boldly to the boarders" cupboard in the hall, she purloined Gipsy"s hat, and, without waiting even to tell her story to Hetty and Dilys, departed from the premises with all possible speed.
She had come to school that day on her bicycle, and fetching it hastily from the shed where all the machines were stored, she rode away in the direction of Greyfield. There was something slightly wrong with one of her pedals, and her father had told her that morning that she had better have it mended at once, so she intended to take the cycle to the depot where it had been bought, and let it be thoroughly overhauled before she returned home. The a.s.sistant at the shop promised to have the repairs finished in about half an hour, and Meg therefore strolled into the town, to wait with what patience she could muster. She walked up Corporation Street and round by the Town Hall, peeped into the Parish Church and the Free Library, then finding herself close to the railway station, decided to go and buy a copy of _Home Chat_ or _t.i.t Bits_ at the bookstall.
"Want a ticket, Miss?" asked a porter, as she pa.s.sed the booking-office near the entrance.
"No, thank you; I"m only going to get a paper," replied Meg, walking briskly on.
She noticed that the man looked at her keenly, and said something to another official. Immediately afterwards an inspector came on to the platform, and eyed her with more than ordinary curiosity. She could hear the telephone bell ringing hard, but it never struck her that these occurrences had anything to do with herself. She walked to the bookstall, and after spending some minutes looking at the various magazines spread forth, bought a copy of _t.i.t Bits_, and strolled back down the platform reading it as she went, and smiling over the jokes. At the automatic sweet-machine she paused, put a penny in the slot, and had just withdrawn her box of chocolates when, turning round, she found herself face to face with a policeman.
"Very sorry, Miss," said the man civilly, "but I"m afraid you"ve got to go along with me."
Meg was so surprised that she nearly dropped both _t.i.t Bits_ and the chocolates.
"To go along with you!" she gasped. "Indeed I shan"t do anything of the sort."
"Better not make a scene, Miss," advised the policeman, with an indulgent smile. "I"m sorry, but it"s my duty to take you in charge."
"But what for? I"ve done nothing!" protested Meg in huge indignation.
"That"s a little matter between your schoolmistress and yourself. It"s none of my business. My instructions are to take you straight to the police station."
"But I tell you I won"t be taken!"
"Better go quietly, Missy," said the station inspector, who had come bustling up. "You don"t want to attract a crowd, I"m sure, do you? No; then let me put you in this cab, and drive you round to the police station. It"s only a couple of streets away. They"ll explain everything to you there."
There was sense in his remarks, for people on the platform were beginning to stop and stare at Meg with an interest she deeply resented.
To enter the cab seemed the lesser evil, even if she must pay a visit to the police station. The inspector handed her in politely, and entering after, took the seat opposite, while the policeman mounted the box beside the driver.
"They seem desperately afraid of my escaping! I wonder they don"t handcuff me!" thought Meg, waxing more and more angry at the indignity of the proceeding. The little drive only occupied a few minutes, and arrived at the police station, she was shown at once into the head inspector"s office.
"I should like to know what charge you have against me," demanded Meg, determined to hold her own, and not to be frightened at her arrest.
"Withdrawing yourself from the hands of your lawful schoolmistress and present guardian," replied the inspector pompously.
"But I was only on my way home!"
The official, however, was busy reading something from a notebook.
""Surname Latimer, Christian name Gipsy. Height, 5 feet 1 inch. Eyes brown, complexion dark, hair brown. Dressed in navy-blue alpaca frock over white delaine blouse top, and probably wearing sailor hat with blue-and-white striped band, and a pair of tennis shoes." The whole tallies exactly," he murmured, surveying Meg from head to foot, to see that he had not omitted any of the items.
"You"re making a mistake. My name"s Margaret Gordon, not Gipsy Latimer!
I live at The Gables, near Willowburn. My father is a solicitor in the town. His office is at 15 Wells Street."
"We"ll soon see about that. I think I must trouble you for your pocket-handkerchief, Missy, please."
Considerably mystified, Meg felt in her pocket and handed over the article in question. The inspector examined it closely, then shook his head.
"It has "G. Latimer" marked in the corner. That doesn"t look much like Margaret Gordon, does it?"
Meg was furious at her own stupidity. She and Gipsy had never thought of exchanging the contents of their pockets.
"Look here! Send for my father!" she begged. "He"ll soon tell you who I am, and explain the whole matter."
"We don"t need to send for anybody," returned the official. "Miss Poppleton"s quite enough for us. We"ve got her description of you, and our instructions are to take you straight back to the school. You"ll find you"ve not gained much by running away."
There was only one consolation for Meg, the remembrance that her capture would possibly enable Gipsy to escape in safety.
"They must have been looking out for her at the railway station," she thought, "but they wouldn"t recognize her in my dress. I"d like to know what Poppie"ll say when I turn up instead!"
There was undoubtedly a humorous side to the situation, and Meg laughed as she pictured the discomfiture of the officials when they discovered their mistake. It seemed of no further use to try to prove her ident.i.ty at present, so she allowed herself to be once more escorted to the cab and driven off, this time in the direction of Briarcroft.
"I wonder what sort of a sc.r.a.pe I"m in for," she thought, as they drew up at the front door, and the constable in charge solemnly marched her into the house. Miss Poppleton came hurrying out of the library into the hall, followed by Miss Edith.
"I am happy to be able to inform you, Madam, that our search has been successful," said the policeman, standing at attention.
"What? Have you found her?" cried Miss Poppleton eagerly; then she stopped as she recognized Meg. "Ah! So that"s it, is it? I"m sorry to say, constable, that you"ve brought the wrong girl!"
Meg had thought out her plan of action carefully during her drive in the cab, and took advantage of the sensation that followed to rush at the Princ.i.p.al with an air of aggrieved and injured innocence.
"Oh, Miss Poppleton! Isn"t it a horrible mistake!" she exclaimed. "I told them my name, and they wouldn"t believe me! Oh! please, may I go home immediately? My mother will be so dreadfully anxious at my being so late!"
"Meg, do you know where Gipsy is?" interposed Miss Edith, catching her by the arm.
"Indeed I don"t; I haven"t the least idea!" replied Meg truthfully.
"Please let me go home, and relieve Mother"s mind!"
"Yes, go at once!" answered Miss Poppleton distractedly; and turning to the rueful constable, she began to explain matters with much volubility.
Meg vanished like the wind, thankful that in the general excitement n.o.body had remarked upon the fact that she was wearing Gipsy"s dress.
She considered that she had come out of the affair uncommonly well, and congratulated herself upon her presence of mind in the emergency. She hurried home as fast as she could, anxious to tell the tale of Gipsy"s escape and her own adventure, and rather proud of her share in both. To her surprise her mother took an utterly different view of the case from her own.
"Gipsy run away!" cried Mrs. Gordon in great consternation. "And you changed dresses with her so as to help her? Oh, Meg! what have you done!
You naughty, foolish, foolish girl! You little know the dangers you may have thrown her into. We must do our utmost to find her and bring her back this very evening. We should never forgive ourselves if any harm came to her. I must telephone at once, and see if Father"s still at the office."
"But, Mummie darling, Gipsy doesn"t want to be caught and brought back to Poppie"s tender mercies. She"s going to ship as a stewardess, and go to South Africa to look for her father. I think it"s ripping!"
"You don"t know what you"re talking about, Meg. Gipsy is too young to manage her own affairs without consulting her elders. I would have had the poor child here, rather than that she should run away. Tell me everything you can remember of her plans. I expect Father will start for Liverpool at once in search of her."
"You won"t tell Poppie, Motherkins?"
"I shall send a note to Miss Poppleton as soon as I have telephoned to Father. We must leave no stone unturned to find Gipsy. Miss Poppleton will be as alarmed and anxious as I am myself. She may be a little stern, but she is a good, conscientious person in the main."