“If your information proves correct.”
Joe’s eyes brightened with a crafty light and he jerked his head toward the left.
“You can’t see her from here,” he muttered, “but you can get her name easy enough. She’s the gal that operates machine No. 567.”
CHAPTER
7
NIGHT SHIFT WORKER
“I detest a stool pigeon,” said Mr. Gandiss after Joe the Sweeper had slouched away. “However, his information may be valuable. I can’t afford not to investigate it.”
Not wishing to attract comment from the other employes, the factory owner made no attempt to see the girl under suspicion. Instead, he escorted the party to his private office. Ringing a buzzer, he asked one of the foremen to bring the operator of Machine 567 to him.
Presently she came in, a thin, wiry girl in ill-fitting blue slacks and sweater. Her hair was bound beneath a dark net and she wore goggles. As she faced Mr. Gandiss, she removed the latter. Everyone stared.
For the girl was Sally Barker.
“You sent for me, Mr. Gandiss?” Subdued and embarrassed, her eyes roved from one person to another.
“Why, Sally,” said the factory owner in astonishment. “I had no idea you were working here on the night shift. When were you employed?”