"Arrest her, officer!" he cried.
The uniformed man moved toward Clancy. She shrunk away from him.
"What for?" she cried.
"You'll find out soon enough," said the policeman, with a grin.
Fay Marston laughed shrilly.
"Ain't that like a thief, though? Trust her kind to have nerve!"
"'Thief!'" Clancy stared at her.
"Thief's what I said, and it's what I mean, too."
It was too absurd! Had the charge been that of murder, Clancy would not have laughed. That charge would soon be made against her. But, until it was——
"What am I supposed to have stolen?" Clancy asked.