A four-wheeler was called, and the girl entered, closely followed by the policeman and the clean-shaven man.
"I was never so insulted in my life," said the girl.
Nevertheless, she sat back quite calmly in the cab, as though she was perfectly ready to face this or any other situation, while the policeman watched her closely to make sure that she did not dispose in any surreptitious way of the stolen article.
At the police station hard by, the usual formalities were gone through, and the clean-shaven man was constituted prosecutor. But the girl stoutly denied having been guilty of any offence.
The inspector in charge looked doubtful.
"Better search her," he said.
And the girl was led off to a room for an interview with the female searcher.
The moment the door closed the girl put her hand into her pocket, pulled out the cigarette-case, and laid it upon the table.
