“The brass was planted!”
“Probably,” agreed Jack. “But it’s none of my affair. Sally wasn’t a very good factory worker and the personnel director thought he had to make an example of someone—”
“So Sally became the goat! I call it unfair. Did the thefts cease after she left?”
“They’re worse than ever.”
“Then obviously Sally had nothing to do with it!”
“Not just one person is involved. The brass is being taken by an organized ring of employes.”
“I suppose it’s none of my affair, but in justice I think Sally should be cleared. I don’t know the girl well, but I like her.”
“You may as well hear the whole story,” Jack said uncomfortably. “Father wrote her a letter, inviting her to come in for an interview. She paid no attention.”
“Perhaps she didn’t get the letter.”
“She got it all right. I met her on the street yesterday, and when I tried to talk to her, she threatened to heave a can of varnish in my face! Furthermore, she gave me to understand she intends to defeat me soundly in the race tomorrow.”