end I don't care, but it
hurts, just the same."

With a sigh Grace reached for the evening paper which lay on the library
table. She glanced over the headlines without any special interest until
a single sentence in large black type caused her to stare, then give
voice to a surprised, "I knew it!" The headline read, "Larry, the
Locksmith, Still at Large."

Grace sat down heavily in the nearest chair, the newspaper still
clutched in one hand. She had not been mistaken. The man for whom the
authorities were searching was the man she had seen in front of the
moving picture theatre. It was evident that he had very little fear of
being recognized in Overton, or he would not have risked appearing in
the streets of the college town. "He must have friends here, who are
sheltering him," sprang into her mind, "or he may be passing through the
town. The question is, ought I to make my discovery known to the
police?"

"Here you are!" called a familiar voice, "I've been looking for you."
Patience Eliot entered the living room, and seated herself opposite
Grace. "Do you remember my saying when you asked me to go to the theater
that I had a faint recollection of having another engagement last
night?"

Grace nodded.

"My faint recollection was perfectly correct. I had promised to go for a
walk with Kathleen, and consequently she wouldn't speak to me when I
came in last night. She wouldn't accept my humble apologies. Just when I
thought I was making a little progress with her, too. I am the most
unfortunate mortal," sighed Patience. "I know she imagines I did it
purposely."

Patience's recital of her woes brought back the subject of Arline's
displeasure to Grace's mind, and when, a little later, the two girls
went upstairs arm in arm, the important question of whether or not to
inform the Overton police of her discovery had slipped, for the time
being, from Grace's mind.

CHAPTER IX

A THANKSGIVING INVITATION

"At last!" exclaimed Grace triumphantly, as she extracted a letter from
the Wayne Hall bulletin board addressed to her in Mabel Ashe's
unmistakable handwriting. "Oh, I am so glad! I thought she had forgotten
me."

"Or had been persuaded to forget you," put in Elfreda Briggs, who had
come downstairs to breakfast directly behind Grace.

Grace looked frankly amazed. "How did you know?"

"How do I find out everything I know?" demanded Elfreda. "Don't you
suppose I noticed that you were worried about not heari