"Miss Mary Ware, Phoenix, Arizona." "Humph!" was his mental exclamation.

"From one of the jumping hoff places." Then his mind reverted to the several detective tales that made up his knowledge of the far West.

"'Ope she doesn't carry a gun 'idden hon 'er person." Now that the first ordeal was over and she was safely inside the doors of Warwick Hall, the new pupil braced herself for the next one, the meeting with Madam Chartley.

She wouldn't have been quite so nervous over it if she had been sure of a welcome, but the catalogue stated distinctly that no pupils could be received before the fifteenth of September, and this was only the twelfth.

She had the best of reasons for coming ahead of time, and was sure that Madam Chartley would make an exception in her case when once the matter was properly explained.