car. Harriet
had told her that they were in sympathy with Katherine's crowd. Whoever
was to blame would suffer for it. On that point she was determined.

Shortly after her return to Wayland Hall, she resolved to cut her
classes that day. Leslie received a telephone call. It was not
unexpected. She had notified the maid that she would be in her room in
case she should be called on the 'phone. Her sullen features cleared a
trifle as she listened to the voice at the other end of the wire.

"All right," she said in guarded tones. The students had already begun
to drop in from the last recitations of the morning. "Nine o'clock
sharp. I'll walk. I'm not going to take chances of attracting attention.
Yes, I know where you mean. It's not far from Baretti's. Don't fail me.
Goodbye."

On her way to her room she encountered Natalie. "Come with me," she said
shortly.

"Where were you this morning?" Natalie asked. "Professor Futelle was
awfully fussed about absentees. Eight girls cut French today."

"Where was I? I was in bad, I'll say. What? Well, I guess. I got a
second summons this A. M. I couldn't side-step it. His high and
mightiness had the whole story of the accident from some tattle-tale. He
wouldn't give me a chance to say a word hardly. One more break in the
speeding line and our cars go home for good. He certainly laid down the
law to me. I've a mind to tell you something else." Leslie paused before
the door of her room, hand on the knob.

"What is it? You know I never tell tales, Les." Natalie eyed the other
girl reproachfully. "That's more than you can say of your other pals."

"You are right about that, Nat," Leslie conceded. She motioned Natalie
into the room and closed the door. "Laura says she knows who told Doctor
Matthews. I'm to meet her tonight. Keep that dark. I don't want a person
besides you to know it. I'm to meet her behind that clump of lilac
bushes the other side of Baretti's. You know; where that old house was
torn down."

Natalie nodded. She was inwardly jubilant at having thus been given
Leslie's confidence. It was quite like old times. "Have you any idea who
told?" she questioned, trying to hide her gratification under an air of
calm interest.

"No. I'm positive it wasn't Langly. She gave me her word that she would
drop the whole thing. A goody-goody dig like her would not break it.
I'll tell you as soon as I come back. Come here at ten. I shall not be
later than ten-fifteen. I intend to pu