CHAPTER XXXII.
ANOTHER TALK WITH THE INSPECTOR.
As Faith rushed from the cloak-room she came suddenly upon Ben Tyler,who was standing at the head of the stairs leading down into the privateoffices.
"Oh, Mr. Tyler, do please tell me about poor Miss Brady!" she cried,eagerly. "I have only just heard that she has been arrested!"
The detective smiled grimly at the eagerness in her manner, but he wasnothing loath to relate his prowess.
"She's arrested all right! I nabbed her last night," he said, promptly,"but she had covered her tracks pretty well. I had a deuce of a time toprove it!"
Faith was still staring at him speechlessly, but with questioning eyes.She could not help feeling some curiosity about the details of thestory.
"First, I had to find the boy that brought the candy to the store," wenton the detective; "then I traced it step by step until I reached MagBrady. Her brother is in a drug-store; it was through him she got thepoison."
"And where is she now?" asked Faith, beginning to tremble.
"In jail, where she belongs!" was the heartless answer. "Mr. Denton andI went to court this morning and had her locked up for safe keeping."
"Oh, I didn't think he would do it!" said Faith, almost ready to cry."It is cruel, Mr. Tyler! Oh, I am so sorry for Miss Brady!"
"Well, I wouldn't be sorry for a person who tried to kill me," said thedetective, sneeringly; "but, then, I'm no saint like you, Miss Marvin."
Faith looked at him quickly and could see a sneer on his face. It wasplain that he had no special respect for saintliness.
When she reached her department she found every one talking excitedly,and, of course, Miss Brady's arrest was the topic of conversation.
"Here she comes!--here comes Mag's rival!" cried Miss Jones, when shesaw Faith coming.
The "head of stock" had got down before her and was beginning to arrangeher goods upon the counter.
"So she tried to kill you, did she?" asked Miss Fairbanks, coming up."Well, all I've got to say is, the Lord deliver me from any dealingswith a jealous woman!"
Faith set her lips firmly and did not speak. She was determined toshield Maggie in every way possible.
"I thought your habits would lead you into trouble, Miss Marvin," saidMr. Gunning, insolently. He was leaning over the counter, which was asnear as he could get to her. Still Faith did not answer, but went onwith her work. There were no customers in yet, so she had no haven ofrefuge to fly to.
"How's the mash with the nigger servant?" asked Miss Jones, suddenly."Has he got a wife, Miss Marvin? You'd better look out if he has! Youknow Mag Brady isn't the only jealous woman in creation!"
Faith looked at her steadily before she answered, and for a second thetreacherous eyes wavered and Miss Jones felt decidedly uncomfortable.
"Neither Miss Brady nor any other woman has cause to be jealous of me,"said Faith, plainly. "I have never wronged any human being, and I cannotunderstand, Miss Jones, why you insist upon taunting me!"
"Oh, don't mind her, Miss Marvin, she can't help it," cried MissFairbanks. "She's been crossed in love, and it makes her spiteful!"
There was a shout from every girl that had heard the buyer's words, andfor once the tables were turned upon Faith's tormentor.
At about ten o'clock several new clerks entered the department, MissFairbanks assigning them places and giving them their instructions.
"Now one of you girls can go to the cloak-room and rest for twentyminutes," she said to Miss Jones and Faith. "It's Mr. Denton's ordersthat you are not to be on your feet so steadily."
"You go first," said Faith, turning to Miss Jones, pleasantly.
The woman blushed a little and left the counter sullenly.
"Miss Fairbanks!" called Faith, as soon as she had disposed of severalcustomers, "please come over here a minute; I want to speak to you!"
Miss Fairbanks came over and stood close by the counter. She felt surethat Faith was about to confide about Miss Brady.
"Miss Fairbanks, I want you to help me," the young girl whispered. "Iwant you to help me get better acquainted with Miss Brady, and, ifpossible, show me a way to win her confidence."
"For mercy's sake, what for?" asked the buyer, in amazement.
"Simply to give me a chance to prove my innocence, for one thing; I wanther to know that I never even had the desire to see Mr. James Denton,much less to flirt with him!"
"Is that true?" asked the buyer, gazing at Faith very seriously.
The color mounted swiftly to the cheeks and brow of the young girl, but,without turning her eyes, she answered:
"It is quite true, Miss Fairbanks."
"That would mean that we'd have to go to jail to see her," said thebuyer, slowly, "and I confess I'm not in love with that sort ofvisiting."
"But surely it won't harm us," urged Faith, very eagerly. "You go first,Miss Fairbanks, and tell her that I wish to see her; if I should gofirst, I'm afraid she wouldn't see me."
"Very well, I'll do it," said Miss Fairbanks, after a minute. "I'm sorryfor the girl, and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"Oh, thank you, Miss Fairbanks, and do try to make her see me!" criedFaith. "I'm sure we can do some good, even if it is only by showing herthat we love her."
"My goodness! You don't love her, do you, Miss Marvin? Why, from allaccounts the girl intended to kill you!"
"Nevertheless, I love her--in a way," said Faith. "I can't forgetentirely that she is only an erring sister."
"Well, you are a good girl, if ever there lived one," said MissFairbanks. "You are teaching me a whole lot about practicalChristianity."
"Goodness, that which is not practical--is poor stuff," said Faith,bitterly. "I wouldn't be a hypocrite for all the world, and that isexactly what sham goodness amounts to; still, I don't mean to say, MissFairbanks, that I've always lived up to what I knew was my duty! I'vemade lots of mistakes, but I was always sorry!"
She sighed a little as she turned away, but her sadness soon changed tosmiles as she saw Miss Dean standing beside her counter.
"How do you do, Miss Marvin?" asked the lady inspector, cordially. "I amdelighted to see you again, for I was afraid I was never going to!Business is so very brisk," she said, laughingly, as she saw Faith'squestioning expression. "Why, I'm up to my ears in modern improvements!I'm a carpenter, an engineer and a full-fledged plumber!"
"Do you have to know a lot about all such things?" asked Faith.
"Well, not a lot, exactly, but just enough. We have to know when storesare lacking in either of the things mentioned."
"There have been many changes since you were here," said Faith, slyly."We have a new cloak-room now; you just ought to see it!"
"Oh, I have seen it, you can be sure!" said the lady, dryly. "I've beenup there sniffing around and inspecting every corner, and I'm glad tosay that I quite approve of it."
They both laughed heartily, but Faith was not quite satisfied.
"Can you see any changes that you did not suggest. Miss Dean?" sheasked, a little timidly. "Are there no improvements that look to youlike radical reforms, suggested by the divine spirit of love forhumanity?"
"Not one!" said Miss Dean, promptly. "I see nothing of the sort! Thereare no changes here that could not have been effected by the law ofcommon decency! I should feel sorry to think that a man could not dowhat was right without a divine suggestion. It would speak ill of hissense of honor or justice toward humanity."
She paused a moment and then began speaking more slowly. There was noresentment in her tones; she was merely reasoning the situation.
"I can see that the firm of Denton, Day & Co. has come to a crisis inits business career, owing to the illogical stand recently taken by oneof its members. From a paying investment it has turned into aphilanthropical institution, and so long as it can live as such it willbe a great benefit to hundreds. Further than this, I hear that one manhas made an unjust fortune by withdrawing from the firm and that anotherpartner is watching like an eagle for an
opportunity to swoop down andsettle his talons. Then, again, I understand from a reliable source thatMr. Denton's wife is fast going insane from worry, and that hisscapegrace son is growing gray-headed over the outlook for his fortune.Again, Mr. Denton himself, who has wrought all these changes, is beinglooked upon by wise men as a driveling idiot, or, what is about as bad,a religious fanatic, whose sudden determination to be good has sealedthe doom of his fortune."
As Miss Dean was speaking she looked steadily at Faith. She was watchingto see if her words had any effect, or if the girl was really incapableof understanding the situation.
There was not a cloud of apprehension upon the fair girl's brow, yet hereye was clear; she had comprehended every syllable.
"You approve of all this?" asked Miss Dean, in despair.
Faith's answer was merely a verse of Scripture, which she repeated sofirmly and with such intense eagerness that the low voice fairlyvibrated with repressed emotion.
"And be ye not conformed to this world; but be ye transformed by therenewing of your souls, that ye may prove what is that good andacceptable and perfect will of God."
"I am answered, as I fully expected to be," said Miss Dean, quietly. "Itis positively wonderful, that faith of yours. Why, it amounts to actualexaltation of spirit!"
She shook hands with Faith and said good-by. They were the extremes ofgoodness, accomplishing the same ends, but each working on a theoryincomprehensible to the other.
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