She's stolen it and gone, and
to think, I offered her a position!"
Mr. Forbes ran his hands through his hair and glared at Mr. Watkins.
"Well, why don't you go?" he thundered, as the young man stood stock
still, staring at him like a dummy.
Mr. Watkins hurried from the office on his disagreeable errand. He would
have staked his all that the girl had not touched the money.
Mr. Forbes made a hurried search through his desk while the young man
was gone. He was so upset about his loss that he had forgotten the
Government Inspector completely.
The five hundred dollars was not to be found and Mr. Forbes was allowing
his temper full vent--through the usual medium of blasphemous profanity.
He was so positive that the girl would be caught at once that he almost
gasped when Mr. Watkins came back without her.
"She's gone, sir," said the young man, shortly. "The detective here saw
her go out. She went down the elevator and out the side entrance. Bob's
description of her is all right. I am sure it was Miss Marvin."
Bob Hardy, a store detective, came in while Mr. Watkins was speaking.
"I'm right, sir; couldn't be mistaken. She was out like an arrow," he
said, respectfully.
"And to think that I was stupid enough not to take her address, but
probably she would have lied about it.
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