wanted of her. I looked at her with a strong interest. Through my association with Mme. Storey I have learned to read character to some degree, and I said to myself that the lady who secured this girl would be lucky. Good servants are rare.
I took her in to Madame Storey.
"Do you know who I am?" asked my mistress.
"Yes, Madame, I read in the papers..."
"Good! then you know something of my business. I may as well tell you at once that I do not need a maid. That was merely a pretext."
The girl looked at her, greatly startled.
tone. "For your sake, Bella..." She returned to her desk, and took the telephone receiver off its hook. "We'll see if we cannot dig up something in the circumstances surrounding Mrs. Whittall's death that will give this foolish girl cause to stop and think what she is doing."
She called up Police