court!" And could you blame the Wellingtons present for shaking hands with Chief Hadfield? Making their way out finally the girls smiled to those in the curious throng who waited to sympathize or congratulate, and just at the end of the dingy hall Judith felt a small, warm hand grasp her own. "I want to thank you, miss," spoke a hesitant voice. "You saved me from that 'guy' this after-noon, but I'm awful sorry you got into a scrape." It was Tiny Tim, the messenger boy. "Oh, that's all right," declared Judith heartily. "I was glad to be on hand and that doesn't matter. Did you manage to deliver the box safely?" "I got it into the shop but the right one didn't sign for it. I know that 'cause that black haired one has a queer name and the box was for some Sarah Something. But I guess she'll get it all right," he finished with a professional air of certainty. "She comes there a lot." "A box of jewelry for little Sarah Howland," said Jane to Dozia. "And the sobbing in the back room," whispered Dozia in answer. "That was she who ran out the back way," concluded Jane while Judith and the others were busy taking leave of the messenger boy. "Some experience!" exhaled Judith, stronger and braver for her recent incarceration. "That, and something else," paraphrased Jane. "But someone please run to that phone and tell the proctor we are coming. They may send the guards out after us. It wants only ten minutes of tea time. Run!" The command was followed out to the letter. CHAPTER X THE INTERLUDE