I hurry home--and I--oh, what shall I do--what shall I do ?" Constance pitied her deeply.

She looked from the wild-eyed, tear-stained face to the miscellaneous pile of material on the table, and the unwinking gaze of the store detectives.

True, the girl had taken a very valuable diamond ring, and from herself.

But the laces, the trinkets, all were abominably cheap, not worth risking anything for.
Constance's attention was recalled by the man who beckoned her aside to talk to the salesgirl who had waited on her.
"You remember seeing this lady at the counter ?" he asked of the girl.
She nodded.

"And that woman in there ?" he motioned.