“Nothing.”
“Then may I return to my work?”
“Why, yes.” It was Mr. Gandiss’ turn to appear awkward and ill at ease. “We hope you will enjoy your work here, Sally,” he said, feeling that a friendly word was necessary to end the interview. “If you should learn anything that will lead to the arrest of the thieves, I hope you will give us the information.”
Sally inclined her head slightly in assent. With dignity, she walked from the office.
No one spoke for several minutes after the girl had gone. Then Mr. Gandiss drew a deep sigh.
“I had no idea Sally was working here,” he said, frowning.
“Father, you shouldn’t have accused her of stealing!” Jack burst out.
“My dear boy, I accused her of nothing.”
“Well, Sally is proud. She took it that way. You don’t really believe she would stoop to such a thing?”
“I confess I don’t know what to think. Joe the Sweeper may not be a reliable informer.”