le to explain just why
he had thought as much, in the presence of the man whose conduct,
originally, had been the subject of his inquiries.

"To you it may seem a small matter. To me, it is very important," said
Mr. Lyne profoundly. "Here is a girl, highly respected by all her
companions and consequently a great influence on their morals, who, as I
have reason to believe, has steadily and persistently falsified my books,
taking money from the firm, and at the same time has secured the goodwill
of all with whom she has been brought into contact. Obviously she is more
dangerous than another individual who succumbs to a sudden temptation. It
may be necessary to make an example of this girl, but I want you clearly
to understand, Mr. Tarling, that I have not sufficient evidence to
convict her; otherwise I might not have called you in."

"You want me to get the evidence, eh?" said Tarling curiously.

"Who is the lady, may I venture to ask, sir?"

It was Milburgh who interposed the question.

"Miss Rider," replied Lyne.

"Miss Rider!"

Milburgh's face took on a look of blank surprise, as he gasped the words.

"Miss Rider--oh, no, impossible!"

"Why impossible?" demanded Mr. Lyne sharply.

"Well, sir, I meant----" stammered the manager, "it is so unlikely--she
is such a nice girl----"

Thornton Lyne shot a suspicious glance at him.

"You have no particular reason for wishing to shield Miss Rider, have
you?" he asked coldly.

"No, sir, not at all. I beg of you not to think that," appealed the
agitated Mr. Milburgh, "only it seems so--extraordinary."

"All things are extraordinary that are out of the common," snapped Lyne.
"It would be extraordinary if you were accused of stealing, Milburgh. It
would be very extraordinary indeed, for example, if we discovered that
you were living a five-thousand pounds life on a nine-hundred pounds
salary, eh?"

Only for a second did Milburgh lose his self-possession. The hand that
went to his mouth shook, and Tarling, whose eyes had never left the man's
face, saw the tremendous effort which he was making to recover his
equanimity.

"Yes, sir, that would be extraordinary," said Milburgh steadily.

Lyne had lashed himself again into the old fury, and if his vitriolic
tongue was directed at Milburgh, his thoughts were centred upon that
proud and scornful face which had looked down upon him in his office.

"It would be extraordinary if you were sent to penal servitude as the
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