The last hour or two had brought her considerable anxiety and her uncle's horrible suggestion quite unnerved her.

She stole away to the office and inquired the number of Mr.Jones' room.

It was on the ground floor and easily reached by a passage.

The girl tiptoed up to the door and putting her ear to the panel listened intently.

A moment later a smile broke over her face; she chuckled delightedly and then turned and ran buck to her friends.
"He's snoring like a walrus!" she cried triumphantly.
"Are you sure they are not groans ?" asked Arthur.
"Pah! Can't I recognize a snore when I hear it?
And I'll bet it's the first sound sleep he's had in a month." Mr.Merrick and Arthur went to the door of the boy's room to satisfy themselves that Patsy was not mistaken, and the regularity of the sounds quickly convinced them the girl was right.