"I wish you had told me sooner. I might have been able to fix it up for you at once. Wait here. I'll go down and get your things."
"You needn't," she said in a voice that baffled him. "I got them a little while ago from Perry King." As she went to her home room with the red now gone from her eyes, her heels seemed to tap out "bad citizenship, bad citizenship" on the floor. Merritt had tried to smooth things for her; Perry had called her strictly to account. As between the two her choice ran to the sturdy, uncompromising viewpoint that gave no favors and asked none.
Yet, after a time, she was conscious of a vague disquietude. Suppose Praska, confronted with complaint of Perry's methods, should try to pour an unctuous oil of insincerity upon the troubled water. Her mouth grew thin-lipped again, as it had done earlier that day down in Room B-2. She had tested Merritt by the light that Perry King had given her. Now she would test Praska.
She did not come upon him until just before school closed for the day. They met outside Mr. Rue's office to which both had gone on errands.
"George," she said boldly, "Perry King is one of your chief lieutenants, isn't he?"
"Yes; he is."
"I had to go to the Safety Committee room
