"He may be afraid of the uniform," sniffed Mollie scathingly. "But he
certainly couldn't be afraid of you."

"Now you don't mean that, you know you don't," laughed Roy, drawing her
down beside him on the couch and holding her there with an iron grip of
his brown fingers. "Say you didn't, like a pretty little girl, and I'll
let you go."

"I won't say any such--" Mollie began, then suddenly her gaze stiffened
into such a stare of wonder, and even alarm, that it made the girls fairly
hold their breath.

"Mollie, what is it?" demanded Roy commandingly.

"Over there!" she shrieked. "At the window, Roy! Do you see it?"




Chapter XXII

Tragedy



There, pressed so close to the pane of the window that the nose was
flattened grotesquely, eyes wildly staring, hair disheveled, was a face
that even in that tense moment the girls recognized--the face of Professor
Dempsey!