But she can't have gone far.
This is a place of few houses and no big buildings besides the factory.
If you take pains to head her off at the station, you'll be safe for to-night, and in the morning you can easily find her.

Now I must go; but first, what was her offense?
Theft, eh ?" "No.

This woman whom we have let slip through our fingers is Madame Duclos, the mother of the girl shot in a New York museum.

There is a big reward out for her recovery and detention, and----" The superintendent stood aghast.
"Why didn't you say so?
Why didn't you say so at once?
I'd have had the whole troop file out before you.

I'd have had----" The detective caught at his hat.
"I wasn't aware that I had reached an age when I couldn't tell the difference between a reflection and a reality," he growled, and hurried out.
The town was a small one; and Perry would see that she didn't escape from the station.