When order was at last restored Faith was in a most distressed frame of mind. She was dreading through sheer pity what she knew to be her duty.
"All over, Faith, and no lives lost," called Miss Jennings softly.
She was as absolutely colorless and apathetic as ever.
"Oh, Mary," whispered Faith, "there's something I must tell you."
She bent down from her desk after looking about sharply for the buyer.
"Don't mind about Fairbanks, she has bolted!" said Miss Jennings with a laugh. "You can trust the heads of departments to save their own bacon!"
"But, she thought of us, too; you heard her, Mary," said Faith. "Poor thing, she may be irritable, but she isn't bad-hearted."
"I ain't so sure about that—but what is it, Faith? There will be no customers for some time, probably, so you have a right to talk to me."
Faith leaned a little lower so she could whisper in her ear.
"I just saw one of the clerks steal something," she said, "It was during the excitement. She has it in her pocket."