What would a spy do in a shop?"
"That depends whether the job came from outside or in."
"I don't understand!"
"Well, there's a set of smart Alecks who've banded together and call
themselves the Anti-Sweat League, or Work People's Aid Society, or any
old name like that. They smell around to see what goes on behind the
scenes in a department store, and drop on us if they can."
"Oh, I see! And you thought they might have hired me---"
"I _didn't_ think so, as a matter of fact. I pride myself on spotting
folks for what they are the minute I lamp them. There's something
about 'em I can _feel_. I was sure you weren't one of that bunch. But
I felt bound to mention the report. Now that's finished--breakfast
cleared away! We'll go on to the next thing."
Again Win waited. And her heart missed a beat, for Mr. Meggison was
looking at her as if he had something very special to say.
"Most of the extra people we let go the week after Christmas," he went
on slowly. "Even if they're smart, we have enough regular ones without
'em. But perhaps we can keep you if you make good. And if you want to
stay. Do you?"
"Yes, thank you. As far as I can tell now, I should like to stay, if I
give satisfaction," Win answered with caution.
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