CHAPTER II.
A WORD OF WARNING.
Augustus Atherton, attorney-at-law, was seated in his office looking over some papers.
Suddenly he tapped a bell upon his desk and his office-boy entered.
“Tell Sands to bring me a copy of Halstead’s testimony, Bob,” he said, shortly, “and tell him to hurry; I want it this minute!”
“Mr. Sands is out to lunch, sir, won’t be back for half an hour,” said the boy, respectfully, “but Miss Marlowe has the copy; shall I tell her to bring it?”
“Yes, at once,” said the lawyer, wheeling around in his chair.
In less than a minute his “typewriter girl” entered the office.
“Here is the paper, sir,” said a sweet, low voice.
Mr. Atherton looked up and then stared a little. It was the first time he had really taken a good look at the new copyist.
The young girl who stood before him was very beautiful. She had a sweet, oval face, lighted by violet eyes, and her rippling golden hair shone like threads of sunshine.