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Updated: June 10, 2025
"You think you could get something there?" asked Rathbury. "Look here!" said Spargo. "I don't believe for a second Aylmore killed Marbury. I believe I shall get at the truth by following up what I call the Maitland trail. This Miss Baylis must know something if she's alive. Well, now I'm going to report at the office. Keep in touch with me, Rathbury."
"I supplied half a dozen copies to Miss Baylis, the child's aunt, who, as a matter of fact, brought him here to be photographed. And I can give you her address, too," he continued, beginning to turn over another old file. "I have it somewhere." Mr. Quarterpage nudged Spargo. "That's something I couldn't have done!" he remarked.
Miss Baylis, whose room was in the main building with the seniors had repaired thither to enforce compliance with Miss Woodhull's commands. No easy task, for some of the girls were long past baby days and resented baby treatment. The other teachers also had their hands full.
Just as Miss Baylis was about to begin she was summoned from the recitation room by Miss Forsdyke. "Take your books and refresh your memories for a moment or two: I shall be back immediately, and I hope you will employ this special privilege in studying diligently. You in particular, Electra, for you certainly did not make a brilliant showing in your literature recitation.
Then Miss Woodhull, escorted by Miss Baylis, entered the gym. Had it been possible to suddenly reduce the temperature of the room and thus congeal the dancers the effect produced could hardly have been more chilling.
From the merriest, most hilarious frolicing, the gayest, cheeriest bantering and laughter, to the utmost decorum was the transformation effected in two minutes after Miss Woodhull's and Miss Baylis' entrance. With the exception of Tweedle-dum, Tweedle-dee, Will-o'-the-Wisp and Jack o' Lantern, the girls ceased dancing and stood in groups and even the musicians played more softly.
Gutch," said Spargo, with some anxiety, "if you go back there tonight, you'll be very careful not to tell Miss Baylis that you've been here and told us all this?" Mrs. Gutch rose, dignified and composed. "Young man," she said, "you mean well, but you ain't used to dealing with ladies. I can keep my tongue as still as anybody when I like.
And if Dave did turn out to be behind everything that was happening, Charley knew exactly what he was going to do. He couldn't beat Dave himself. But he had friends After the show, that night, Charley went hunting for Ed Baylis. Ed had been around Wrout's a long time, and if anything were going on Ed would know about it. Charley went down to the girlie tent, and found Ed just clearing up.
"Dead, eh? Then I suppose Maitland did not stop long with you?" Miss Baylis laughed her scornful laugh. "I showed him the door!" she said. "Well, did he tell you that he was going to Australia?" enquired Spargo. "I should not have listened to anything that he told me, Mr. Spargo," she answered. "Then, in short," said Spargo, "you never heard of him again?"
Three quarters of an hour later he startled a quiet and peaceful telegraphist by darting, breathless and dirty, into a sleepy country post office, snatching a telegraph form and scribbling down a message in shaky handwriting: Rathbury, New Scotland Yard, London. Arrest Jane Baylis at once for murder of John Maitland. Coming straight to town with full evidence. Frank Spargo.
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