could
carry on her work in the studio without anyone being the wiser. I seldom
go into that part of the building, myself, and she would certainly not
expect to see you. In fact, it may not have occurred to her that we
suspect one of our employees, in spite of the stolen photograph or the
fake telegram."

"Suppose we take a look at her at once. That will settle the whole
question," Duvall urged.

"Very well." Mr. Baker closed his desk and the two men crossed the
corridor and made their way into that part of the studio building
devoted to the developing and finishing of the films.

Mr. Emmett, the head of the department, was seated at his desk when they
arrived.

"So the Ford girl is here," Baker said at once.

"Yes, sir. She came in about ten minutes ago, explaining her lateness by
saying that she was ill, when she got up this morning, and was not sure
that she could get here at all. Shall I send for her?"

"No," Duvall interposed quickly. "Pardon me, Mr. Baker," he turned to
the latter, "but if we send for this girl, it will arouse her
suspicions. Of course I do not think she is the woman we are looking
for, but she may be in league with her. Would it not be better to have
Mr. Emmett and yourself conduct me through the room in which she works,
as though I were a visitor to the studio? You can readily point her out
to me as we pass, and that will give me ample opportunity to recognize
her, in case I have ever seen her before."

"I think that a very good idea," returned Baker. He said a few words to
Mr. Emmett, and the three men set out to go through the rooms in which
the film cutting and pasting were done.

At one of the tables a girl of about twenty was at work. As they passed,
Mr. Emmett turned his head and nodded. The girl did not look up, and the
three men continued their way through the room.

When they again reached the hall, Mr. Baker turned to Duvall.

"Well?" he questioned.

"It is not the woman," the detective said. "I did not suppose it would
be. There is some slight resemblance, of course. The color of the eyes
and hair is the same, and the features are somewhat alike. However, I am
very much afraid, Mr. Baker, that I have wasted both your time and mine.
And yet, I cannot get over my original impression, that the person
responsible for these threats is connected, in some way, with your
company."

Baker, puzzled and disappointed as well, led the way back to his office.
Duvall, however, when th