"What are they gawking at?" asked Tavia aloud, with her usual recklessness under excitement.
But before Dorothy could reply she was tapped lightly on the shoulder, and, turning, she beheld a young woman, tall, dark and most important-looking.
"You must step into the office," she said authoritatively, at the same time taking Dorothy's arm.
"Shoplifting!" exclaimed some one. Tavia clutched Dorothy's arm.
"Tell her she is mistaken!" exclaimed Tavia, holding Dorothy back.
"You had better come along quietly," the tall woman directed, urging the girl to accompany her. "There is no use or sense in making a scene."
Dorothy turned deathly pale.
"Arrested!" she heard people saying. Then she faced them and somehow walked with the woman detective toward the business office.