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ety Pe a Re PORN AOR Eo” SC rere OO" A Complication of ‘Troubled, “Tell me all you know of the matter, Mr. Watkins,” she said, sternly, “‘and tell me the exact truth. Don’ t at- tempt to hide anything!” Mr. Watkins controlled himself and told her the whole story—how the superintendent had suspected her of steal- ing the money and sent to have her brought back at once and had been disappointed. “An hour later,” he continued, “he got a telegram from his wife. His son was dying and he had to go home. Since then there had nothing been done about the rob- bery. } Faith drew a long breath after the young man finished. “So appearances are against me,’ she said, with a sigh. od am at the mercy of a rascal like that detective, Hardy.” Mr. Watkins said nothing, but he was as pale as death. “hep he tried to comfort her the words nearly choked im Faith saw it and pitied him even while’ she wondered. A few moments later she bade him a cordial “good-night.” If there was any suspicion in her heart it did not show in her manner. She was walking slowly home from the grocery, plunged in the most serious thought, when a well-dressed -man of middle age appeared suddenly before her. “I beg pardon, miss,” he said, raising his hat, “but I am a stranger in this neighborhood and am looking for a certain number. If you live about here perhaps you will kindly direct me.” “T will, with pleasure, sir. What number do you wish?” ‘asked Faith. As she spoke she paused directly in the glare of a gas amp. As the light fell on her face the stranger stopped abruptly. “By Jove! What luck!” he cried, gayly. ‘The very angel I was thinking of!” “What do you mean, sir!” cried Faith, who was now thoroughly frightened. “If you wish me to direct you, state the number that you seek at once! JI am not in the habit of being aderessed by strangers i eg Gomichooks. com