"
Miss Fairbanks spoke the truth, and she spoke it sadly.
For the second time Faith was inclined to think that the woman was not
bad-hearted.
"The law should step in and regulate such matters," said the lady. "So
much authority should not be allowed to a few human beings. A few
arrests for manslaughter would not be amiss. I have just seen one woman
who is being killed by this slavery, and there are plenty more behind
these counters."
"But no jury could convict our employers, if that is what you mean."
Miss Fairbanks was gasping over the startling suggestion.
"I'm not so sure," said the lady thoughtfully. "If they could see what I
have just seen they might possibly do it There is a young woman dying
this minute down in that villainous cloak-room."
With a smothered groan Faith sprang swiftly to the floor.
"It is Mary--my friend," she cried out in agony. "No, Miss Fairbanks,
you shall not stop me! I will go to Miss Jennings!"
CHAPTER XI.
A DEATH IN THE CLOAK-ROOM.
When Faith reached the cloak-room she found a scene of the wildest
confusion. A number of clerks and cash girls were surrounding Miss
Jennings, who lay on the floor upon a pile of wraps which they had
hurriedly thrown down for her. Mr.
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