"Just a minute, miss," he said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
Faith wheeled around and confronted him with cold dignity.
"Well, what do you wish with me, sir?" she asked quietly. "I noticed
that you were following me. Have you had orders to do so?"
"Not exactly, miss," said the detective, a little disconcertedly, "but
you are in a pretty bad fix over that money affair, and I just thought
I'd put you on your guard as a sort of favor."
"What?"
Faith's voice fairly vibrated with indignation. "Explain yourself, sir.
I do not understand you?"
"Oh, if you insist," said the detective with a disagreeable leer, "I
won't be so unkind as to disappoint a lady."
He stepped a little to one side as he spoke, and his eyes wandered
scrutinizingly over Faith's lovely face and figure.
"You see," he continued, "you are badly tangled up in that affair at the
office; in fact, to be plain, Mr. Forbes thinks that you stole the five
hundred dollars, and it will go hard with you when he gets back to biz;
that's why I wanted to warn you."
"Indeed!"
Faith's head towered above the detective's as she spoke.
"You are very kind, Mr. Detective; but, as I have stolen no money, nor
anything else, I have no fear of Mr. Forbes, or any need of your most
extraordinary warning.
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