Those creatures are always
tricky," snarled the superintendent.
The detective took a step forward and removed his hat.
"There'll be no trouble in finding her, sir," he said; "I know who she
is. I've seen her a dozen times before, and I'm not apt to be mistaken."
The superintendent looked at him questioningly, so the officer went on:
"She's the daughter of Douglass Marvin, who used to keep a bookstore in
this block. Denton, Day & Co. put him out of business when they opened
their book department. He committed suicide soon after he failed. He
left a wife and this daughter, and not a penny."
"Then the deed was deliberate!" cried Mr. Forbes, almost choking with
anger. "The girl is trying to square accounts for what we did to her
father!"
"Nonsense!"
Mr. Watkins uttered the word with extraordinary daring.
"She came here to look for a job, and you have offered her one, Mr.
Forbes! Mark my words, she'll be on hand to-morrow morning at half-past
seven!"
"And the money?"
The superintendent turned upon the speaker with a perfect thundercloud
darkening his face.
"Perhaps, as you know so much, Watkins, you can explain about the
money!"
Before any one could answer the door opened and Mr. Jackson came in
again.
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