"And to think that I was stupid enough not to take her address, but probably she would have lied about it. 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. 

 "Please, Mr. Forbes, the manager says come down quick, sir!" he cried, with a grin. "He can't keep that Government woman out of the basement much longer." 

 

 CHAPTER III. 

 A GLIMPSE OF THE DARKNESS. 

 When Faith Marvin reached the employees' entrance of Denton, Day & Co.'s department store the next morning at half-past seven, she was shown into a room that was a sort of cloak-room, lunch-room and lavatory combined, in the basement of the building. 

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