is Ramsay--Miss Ramsay. Good morning, young ladies,
and thank you. Come in again soon."

When they were out on the street, Leslie clutched Phyllis spasmodically
and her eyes were almost popping out of her head.

"Is there the least doubt in your mind _now_, Phyllis Kelvin?" she
demanded. "Her name is Ramsay--the very same name that was on the envelop
in the book!"

And Phyllis was obliged to acknowledge herself convinced.

CHAPTER IX

AUNT SALLY ADDS TO THE MYSTIFICATION

THE two girls walked home in a state bordering on stupefaction. Every
little while Phyllis would stop to ejaculate: "Who would have thought it!
The horrid little snob! I really can't believe yet that it is she,
Leslie--our 'mysterious she!' I'm sure there must be some mistake."

"Well, of course, it _may_ not be so," Leslie admitted, "but you must see
how many things point to it. The beads are identical. I stood so near her
that I had a fine chance to see them closely. Her name is the same as the
one on the envelop in the book--"

"Yes, but that isn't the name of the man who hired the bungalow,"
objected Phyllis.

"That's quite true, but even so, you can't tell what connection there may
be with the other name. It isn't exactly a common one, and that makes it
all the more likely that we may be right. And then, there's the fact of
her being so near here--right in the village. I have always imagined that
whoever it was had to come from quite a distance, and I've always
wondered how she managed it, so late at night."

"But Leslie, why on earth should she come to that bungalow in the dead of
night, in a storm, and hide that 'Dragon's Secret'? What mysterious
affair can she be mixed up with, anyway?"

Leslie, however, had no solution to offer to this poser, but she did have
a sudden idea that made her stop short in the road and gasp:

"Do you realize, Phyllis Kelvin, that we are doing a very
questionable--yes, a _wrong_ thing in keeping the 'Dragon's Secret,' when
it evidently belongs to this girl?"

"How do you _know_ it belongs to this girl?" countered Phyllis. "You only
_guess_ that it may, when all's said and done. You didn't see her hide it
there--you didn't even see _her_ at the bungalow. We may be way off the
track, for all you know, and we'd be a pretty pair of geese to go and
meekly hand it to her, shouldn't we! And do you know, even if I was
simply _positive_ it was hers, I jus