I think I'll just have to give it up, and try to rest a little before to-morrow, or I'll never be fit to try for that prize." As she started down the broad staircase she heard the rasping voice of Miss Leece mingling with the principal's cool, well-modulated tones.
Anne paused a moment, watching the two figures below.

Miss Leece looked up and caught her eye, but Miss Thompson was engaged in unlocking the door, and did not see the little figure lingering on the steps.
Just as the door opened, another door slammed violently, and the next moment Anne heard footsteps running along a small passage that crossed the corridor.

Leaning far over the rail she caught a glimpse of a figure.

It was--no, Anne could not be certain of the identity.

But it looked like--well, never mind whom.