She had hardly had time to wonder what had occurred, when the door flew
open and she had a good look right straight into the office.
Ben Tyler, the detective, was standing with his hand on the door and a
very ugly expression on his face, while a few feet further back stood
Mr. Denton, apparently trying to reason with the infuriated woman.
One glance was enough to tell Faith what had happened. Lou had been
stealing again, and the detective had caught her.
For a moment the young girl hardly knew what to do, and in that
momentary hesitation she heard what Lou was saying.
"He's a sneak and a liar!" she screamed, pointing at the detective. "He
can't prove that I stole anything! I defy him to do it!"
"But the goods were found in your pocket," said Mr. Denton, firmly.
"Oh, that doesn't prove anything," was the girl's quick answer. "It's
very easy for any one to put stolen goods in my pocket; it's been done
before, and both of you know it!"
"But I saw you take the watch," said the detective, angrily. "So what's
the use of denying it any longer!"
Faith was hurrying away now as fast as she could go. She knew it was not
her place to interfere in such matters.
"A month ago I might have done so," she whispered to herself, "but now
that Mr.
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