"Why my name is Miller," the as
tonished girl answered Manager Hftt
"No, it ain't. Your'e wanted in
Pittsburgh for shoplifting. Ain't
"Why, no, Mr. Hitt, I'm not want
d anywhere for anything, Miss Mil
er answered the State street store
"Yes, you are. Your'e a shoplifter
nd I know it," Hitt answered.
Then he called in his store detect
ve, Andrew Whalen. Whalen is said
to be very successful in forcing con
fessions from shop girls brought be
The two men closed the doors of
Hitt's office and pulled their chairs
up close by the one Miss Miller sat in.
"Now, come on, Marian; tell us
how much you have stolen and we'll
fix it up. Everything will be arrang
ed," began Detective Whalen.
"Yes," chimed in Hitt, "give us all
the stuff you took and we'll let you
"Why, I've never taken a thing
from Hillman s or any other store,"
protested Miss Miller. "Why do you
accuse me of this? My record is
"Aw, cut the bluff," Miss Miller
says she was told.
"I'm not bluffing and I'm going to
my locker, get my coat and hat and
leave your store right now," the wo
"No, you don't," Whalen is said to
have answered. "You don't leave this
office. I'll get your coat and hat my
self." Whalen secured her clothing and
they kept the woman in the office
from 6 until 9 p. m., she says, against
During the three long, hot hours
in Manager Hitt's private office Ma
rian says she was questioned, threat
ened, coaxed and bull-dozed to get
an admission from her that she took
things from Hillman's.
As a final straw calculated to break
the stand of the trembling woman in
front of him, Hitt drew a letter from j
1 his desk, she says, and flashed It be
fore her face.
"See," he said. "See. It says right
here that you're a shoplifter. See
here. You're wanted in Pittsburgh.
What d'ye think of that?"
Miss Miller took the letter and read
it It was from the Miss Cohn she
had given as a reference. It said
that' she was wanted for shoplifting
"I never was wanted for shoplift
ing in my life, Mr. Hitt, and you have
no right to hold me here. I didn't
take a thing from your old store,"
and Miss Miller broke down and
Hitt is used to tears. Many a girl
employe has cried in front of him.
He grabbed a phone and called the
central police station.
"Well, will you confess or will you "
go to a cell?" she says he asked. The
woman made no answer.
A few minutes later a patrol wa
gon drove up in front of Hillman's
and the girl was carted to the South
Clark street police station.
She was placed in a cell and held
there forty-eight hours. She said
they didn't give her any food.
The prisoner was visited regularly
by detectives, she says, who asked
her if she was ready to confess steal
ing from the State street stores. She
said she had nothing to confess.
A dollar paid to the matron, Miss
Miller says, gave her the use of the
phone for a few minutes. She called
up the only friend she had in Chi
cago and told him of her predica
ment This friend set about to get her out
on bail, but when he called the South
Clark street station he was told she
was not held there.
After forty-eight hours in a cell
Miss Miller was taken before Judge
Heap at the South Clark street police
court Ed McGuire, brother of the
head of the McGuire & White, big de
partment store detective firm, ap
peared to prosecute.
He admitted tha,t there was no evi-
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