When Marjorie realized that the excitement was all over, she left the keys of the tea-house with her brother and hurried back to tell the the good news. It was still very early in the morning; the sun was just making its appearance above the horizon when she opened the door of the Harris house. Instead of trying to enter silently, she made every effort to signify, by her noisy cheer, the success of her .  
“Hurrah for the Girl Scouts!” she sang out as she reached the foot of the stairs. “Hurrah for their loyal helpers, the boys!”
 
She was rewarded by a general stir on the floor above; one by one the girls slipped out of their beds, donned their kimonas, and came to the top of the stairs. Lily rushed down and threw her arms around Marjorie.
 
“You’re safe! You’re safe!” she cried . “Oh, Marj, I’m so thankful!”
 
“What happened? Tell us!” demanded two or three other girls at the same time.
 
“Wait till I come up,” replied Marjorie, as she and Lily started to together. “I’ll tell you the whole story, as we finally got it from the chief boot-legger himself—and from Anna!”
 
“The boot-legger? Anna?” repeated all the astonished girls at once.
 
Marjorie nodded and led the way into her own room, surrounded by the scouts and Mrs. Munsen, who had joined the group. They all climbed upon her bed, and listened while she recounted, as fast as she could talk, the thrilling details of the capture and . They leaned forward breathlessly, admiring her more every moment for her courage and .
 
“Suppose you had taken our advice and closed the tea-house!” remarked Marie Louise. “We’d never have discovered the real cause of all those mysterious knocks.”
 
“And that old boot-legger and his family would have gone on getting richer and richer, in to the government!” added Florence.
 
“I always thought Anna was too good to be true,” put in Daisy. “Most girls of her ability get more than we could afford to pay her.”
 
“And besides, now that I think of it,” said Mrs. Munsen, “we really ought to have considered it very strange for her to go on working in a place where she had such a dreadful experience as she claimed to have had. You wouldn’t find one man in a hundred willing to take a chance like that—let alone a girl!”
 
“Well, it’s all right now!” said Marjorie, getting up from the bed. “Now—how about some breakfast?”
 
“Yes, you must be starved, you poor child!” said Mrs. Munsen. “If you go down and start things, Marjorie, I’ll be with you in five minutes.”
 
“And put something on for those noble boys,” said Daisy. “They’ll probably be along soon!”
 
The girls separated to dress, but they could not stop talking about the event; indeed, they discussed it at breakfast, dinner, and supper, upon every occasion—during their duties at the tea-house and their leisure at home in the even............