“Then you shouldn’t blame Mr. Gandiss.”
“I’m not blaming him, Penny. I like Mr. Gandiss very much. In fact, I like him so well I never could bear to accept favors from him.”
“Not even to clear your name?”
Sally washed her hands at the river’s edge, and rolled down the legs of her overalls. “The person who put that brass in my locker hasn’t been caught?” she inquired softly.
“Not to my knowledge.”
“Then all Mr. Gandiss could do would be to offer me another chance,” Sally said bitterly. “I’ll never work in the factory on that basis. If I am cleared completely, then I am willing to go back.”
“Mr. Gandiss is trying to solve the mystery of those thefts,” Penny declared. “I know that to be a fact. Have you any idea who the guilty parties might be?”
Sally straightened up, digging at paint which had lodged beneath her fingernails. She did not answer.
“You do have a clue!” Penny cried.
“Maybe.” Sally smiled mysteriously.