Angel shrugged his shoulders. He knew she lied, but he rarely contradicted a lady.
"Meester Dyk' been lookin' all over theesa town for you, Violet," he said.
Mary did not like the news. She was still afraid that she might be wanted in connection with her contradictory affidavits.
Angel, however, readily reassured her. Just what Dyker wanted he did not, he said, know; but he was certain that it was something for her benefit. The magistrate had commissioned him to find her, and Angel had been searching, sporadically, for several weeks, even tracing her course back to the employment-agency and to that Mrs. Turner's where she had first worked.
"Theesa woman say you steal," said the Italian.
"She's a liar," answered Mary, hotly.
"She say she tol' you so."
"She tried to make out I took a cake of soap."
"But she say after you leave she meess two dollar an' some silka stockin'."
"That woman never wore no silk stockin's in her life, an' there wasn't two dollars in the house."