"What does it look like?"
Mr. Waddington knew exactly what it looked like. He felt his waistcoat dazedly.
"I didn't see you take it."
"Nobody don't ever see me take it," said Fanny proudly, stating a profound truth. "Well, then, now you've witnessed the demonstration, perhaps you'll believe me when I say that I'm not so worse. If Freddy can do it, I can do it."
A cool, healing wave of relief poured over Sigsbee H. Waddington's harassed soul. He perceived that he had wronged his visitor. She was not a detective, after all, but a sweet, womanly woman who went about lifting things out of people's pockets so deftly that they never saw them go. Just the sort of girl he had been wanting to meet.
"I am sure you can," he said fervently.
"Well, what's the job?"
"I want some one to steal a pearl necklace."
"Where is it?"
"In the strong-room at the bank."