"Deborah," she said, "I cannot help confiding in you. There is a spirit at present abroad in this school which I feel, without being able to differentiate. It is an unholy and a mischievous spirit and it has never been in our midst before. There are certain girls in the school who are acting in a sort of conspiracy. I cannot tell why, but I feel assured on that point, and I believe that the head of the conspiracy is no less a person than Penelope Carlton." "Now, my dear Mrs Hazlitt," said Deborah Duke, "I never did hear you give way to such unchristian sentiments before. You will forgive me, my dear friend, my best friend--but why should you accuse poor little Penelope of anything so base?" "I accuse her of nothing, but I have a feeling about her. I know for a fact that five letters left this house a couple of days ago--on the evening of the day when it was decided that Penelope was to take the part of Helen of Troy. I also know that five letters in reply were received this morning, and that they gave universal satisfaction. During the time of suspense between the departure of the letters and their replies four of my pupils were absolutely good for nothing-- uneasy, incapable of work; in short, quite unlike themselves. It is my rule not to open my pupils' letters; nevertheless, I am full of suspicions, and my suspicions particularly centre round the girl who is to take the part of Helen of Troy. Why did she volunteer for the part? I can put up with her, but she is not suitable. Do you know anything about it, Deborah?" "All I know is this," replied Deborah--"that Honora Beverley would not take the part because she was full of horror with regard to the character. I thought `A Dream of Fair Women' was practically at an end when Penelope--of all people--came forward. I believe she was very much pressed by the other girls to do this. They thought of her because she is fair." Mrs Hazlitt looked full at Miss Duke. After a minute, she said abruptly: "You say that Penelope is at present writing a letter?" "That is true." "When she has finished it, she will drop it into the post box, will she not?" "Yes; that is true also." "I shall do something which I am not accustomed to doing, but I must do it for the sake of the school," said Mrs Hazlitt. "I shall open Penelope's letter before it goes, and acquaint myself with the contents." Miss Duke gave a start. "You will not do that," she said. "It would distress Penelope very much." "She need never know. If the letter is straightforward and above board, nothing will occur. If the spirit of mischief--nay, more, of intrigue-- is abroad, the sooner I can nip it in the bud, the better. I sent for you to consult you. I am within my rights in this matter. Don't say a word to any one. I think that is all." "I am very much distressed," said Deborah. "I wish you would not do this thing."