It does not belong to me, and it could not have gotten into my desk by any other means.

I suppose, in her hurry to copy the freshmen sheets, whoever she was, laid it down and forgot it." Miss Thompson produced a crumpled pocket handkerchief.

Grace took it and held it to the light.

There were no marks or initials upon it whatever; it was simply a cambric handkerchief with a narrow hemstitched border, a handkerchief such as anyone might use.

It was neither large nor small, neither of thin nor thick material.
"There's nothing on it," said Grace.