"You have taught me a lesson," he said, almost hoarsely. "I thank you,
child, and I bid you good-evening."
"But the number," cried Faith, as he was turning away. "You wished me to
direct you to a certain number."
"Never mind it now. I can find it," was the answer.
He was walking swiftly away in the darkness of the street, when a figure
approached him from the opposite direction.
The two met directly under the gas lamp where Faith had been standing a
moment before, and as they met Faith heard a sharp exclamation.
Her sharp eyes recognized the newcomer at once. It was no other than Bob
Hardy, the store detective.
CHAPTER XIII.
A HEAVENLY INSPECTOR.
When Faith Marvin reached home after her unpleasant interview with the
well-dressed stranger, she was in a state of nervousness that nearly
bordered upon hysterics. The fact that Bob Hardy was a witness to what
she had supposed was a mere accidental meeting gave her an instinctive
clue to the identity of the man, and her cheeks flushed with shame as
she connected him in her thoughts with that insulting proposition of the
detective.
She had tried to compose herself, as usual, before going into her
mother's presence, and succeeded so well that when they retired Mrs.
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