Jane Allen, Junior eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 165 pages of information about Jane Allen, Junior.

Jane’s defiant laugh answered this very personal question.  She was proud and she was fiery, and someone had been trying to discredit her father’s scholarship.  Of course that “someone” was Dolorez Vincez, the expelled junior of the previous year.  Every clue pointed its accusing finger at Dol Vin.  She it was who brought those two freshmen, Shirley and Sarah, together at her beauty shop.  It was she also who “took care” of Shirley’s folks when they came in to see the “darter,” and everyone who knew Dol knew, also, that these little attentions must have been rather costly to the country folks, for Dol always made things pay.

In the back of Jane’s mind there was growing the germ of suspicion toward that same triangle in the spook alarms.  Dol, Shirley and Sarah must be somewhere in that demonstration, but Jane had to admit the clues were not developing with such speed as she usually counted on in college mysteries.

But perhaps this one more day would unearth something tangible.  At any rate, the parties and teas and sorority dances were getting into swing, and even a fascinating ghost would soon have to be turned over to the proper authorities, thought Jane, if he did not quickly become more co-operative with the juniors.

Work was serious and exacting.  Every period had a record of its own, and while Jane was specializing in sociology she was also keeping up with the regular college course for her A. B. degree.

Promptly after logic dismissed, at two-thirty, she sought out Dozia.  “Come along, Doze,” begged Jane, “don’t let us waste a moment.  The girls are all busy now, and perhaps we can make a survey without having a ballet de follies dancing around.”  Dozia made her notebook safe and swung into Jane’s trot for Lenox.  Warburton Hall, one of the larger buildings, was just emptying a class from lecture but Jane and Dozia made a complete detour of it to escape attention.

Lenox was deserted, but in less than half an hour it was sure to be swarmed with freshmen running in after classes for a change of blouse, or some other requirement of the day now three-fourths spent.

“Let us get a line on that old tower,” suggested Jane, surveying the secretive old building.  “I know the racket was in that wing, and see how the round tower begins here and shoots up past all that outside plumbing?  I know Lenox was one time a show building here, but freshies have got to have some place to sleep, hence the retrogression.”

“Things are pretty well trodden down around here,” reported Dozia, sending a critical eye over the little terrace that supported the old stone tower.  “Squirrels do not usually wear French heels.  See those footprints, Jane?”

In the strong sun a film of soft earth showed the impress of something quite like the pivoted French heel.  This was in a small space from which floral bulbs had been removed and where the sheltering round tower had kept off the early winter frosts.

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