made for Anne's house as fast as her feet would take her.
Anne opened the door for her.

"Oh, Anne, Anne! You never can guess what I know!" cried Grace, before she
was fairly inside the house.

"Of course, I can't," replied Anne, "any more than you can guess what I
know."

"Why, do you know something special, too?" demanded Grace.

"I do, indeed. But tell me your news first, and then I'll tell you mine,"
said Anne, pushing Grace into a chair.

"Mine's about Miriam," said Grace soberly.

"So is mine," was the reply, "and it's nothing creditable, either."

"Well," began Grace, "you know I went over to the golf links to-day with
Ethel Post of the senior class."

Anne nodded.

"We were sitting on a bench resting after the game, and the subject of
basketball came up. Before I knew it, she was telling me all about finding
the list of signals you lost last fall. She gave them to one of our class,
you can guess who."

"Miriam," said Anne.

"Yes, it was Miriam. I always suspected that she had more to do with it
than anyone else. She gave Julia the signals, because she wanted to see me
humiliated, and fastened suspicion on you to shield herself. She knew that
I had boasted, openly, that my team would win. When Julia gave me the
statement that cleared you in the eyes of the girls, she told me that she
was under promise not to tell how she obtained the signals. But I'm sure
she knew that I suspected Miriam. What do you think we ought to do about
it?"

Grace looked anxiously at Anne.

"I don't know, yet," Anne replied. "Now listen to my news. I have felt
ever since the game that your getting locked up was not accidental. I
don't know why I felt so, but I did, nevertheless. So I set to work to
find out if any one else had been around there that day. I went to the
janitress and asked her if she had noticed any one in the corridors before
halfpast one. That was about the time that people began to come, you know.
She said she hadn't. She was down in the basement and didn't go near the
upstairs classrooms until after two o'clock. But when she did go up there
she found this."

Anne held up a curious scarab pin that Grace immediately recognized. It
was one that Miriam Nesbit often wore, and was extremely fond of.

"It's Miriam's," gasped Grace. "I wonder why----" She stopped. The reason
Miriam had not made her loss known was plain. She was afraid to tell where
and when she had lost her pin.

"I see," said Grace slowly