l. It was President Matthews." Lucy's greenish eyes
turning themselves on her in astonishment, Marjorie laughed, then went
on to relate the circumstances.

Lucy listened with the profound interest of a wise young owl. "What do
you think of him?" she asked reflectively, when Marjorie had finished.
"Does he seem the kind of man that would do a person an injustice? I'm
thinking of Miss Remson now."

"I thought of her, too, while I was in his office," Marjorie responded.
"No; he doesn't appear to be anything but broad-minded and just. Still,
we mustn't forget that his name was signed to that letter."

"Did you see his secretary?" Lucy quizzed. "She is over at his house some
of the time. He is usually at Hamilton Hall until one o'clock in the
afternoon, then he goes home. I understand he transacts a good deal of
college business at his home office."

"I didn't see anyone but the maid who answered the door and the
president. Oh, I'll take that back. I saw a girl coming out of the house
as I was going up the steps. When I came out I saw her again. She was
sitting on the veranda. She had such a disagreeable expression. I
noticed it particularly the second time I saw her."

"Describe her," Lucy tersely commanded.

Marjorie complied, giving a fairly good description of the stranger.

"That girl----" Lucy paused impressively, "is the president's
secretary."

"Really?" Marjorie's brown eyes opened to their widest extent.

"Yes; really. I told Miss Remson the morning we were in her office that
I intended to find out all I could about Doctor Matthews' secretary. I
have not found out anything much about her except that she is not a
student. But I have seen her. Kathie knows her by sight. She pointed her
out to me one afternoon. We passed her on the campus. She was going
toward Doctor Matthews' house. I did not like her looks. I feel that she
was at the bottom of Miss Remson's trouble and it would not surprise me
to learn that she is in with the Sans. Unfortunately I have no way of
proving it. I believe it, just the same."

"There was something queer about that whole affair," Marjorie agreed.
"You remember Helen said that, if the Sans were insolent and
supercilious when they came back to the Hall, it would mean they had had
information beforehand and were sure of their ground. Well, they were
very much like that. They acted as though they owned the Hall.

"I noticed that, for I watched them particularly. I think Miss Sayres