"I'm to answer questions if you have any," the forewoman told her, shortly; "but I guess you understand."
The girl turned a chalky face upon her.
"But I don't—"
"Then you're slower than I thought. The firm has looked you up, that's all."
Jean realized the monstrous injustice of it but slowly.
"I don't see," she faltered.
"Bosh!" cut in the woman, impatiently. "Don't try to flimflam me. Lord knows what kind of game you were working, but you had more nerve than sense. You might have guessed when you tried to put your bare word against Mr. Rose's that they'd make it their business to find out just what your word was worth. Your last employer told them."
"Told them what?" blazed Jean.
"What do you suppose? That you'd done time in a reformatory, of course."