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Page 17
As Murray listened he looked his admiration for the daring of the
little woman opposite him at the table.
They drifted. ...
It was the day of the threatened exposure. Curiously enough, Dodge
felt no nervousness. The understanding which he had reached or felt
that he had reached with Constance made him rather eager than,
otherwise to have the whole affair over with at once.
Drummond had been shut up for some time in the office of Beverley
with Dumont, going over the report which the accountant had prepared
and other matters--He had come in without seeing either Constance or
Murray, though they knew he must be nursing his chagrin over the
episode of the night before.
"They are waiting to see you," reported Constance to Dodge, half an
hour later, after one of the office boys had been sent over as a
formal messenger to their office.
"We are ready for them?" he asked, smiling at her.
Constance nodded.
"Then I shall go in. Wait a moment. When they have hurled their
worst at me I shall call on you. Have the stuff ready."
There was no hesitation, no misgiving on the part of either, as he
strode into Beverley's office. Constance had prepared the record
which they had been working on, and for days had been momentarily
expecting this crisis. She felt that she was ready.
An ominous silence greeted Dodge as he entered.
"We have had experts on your books, Dodge," began Beverley, clearing
his throat, as Murray seated himself, waiting for them to speak
first.
"I have seen that," he replied dryly.
"They are fifty thousand dollars short," shot out Dumont.
"Indeed?"
Dumont gasped at the coolness of the man. "Wh--what? You have
nothing to say? Why, sir," he added, raising his voice, "you have
actually made no effort to conceal it!"
Dodge smiled cynically. "A consultation, will rectify it," was all
he said. "A conference will show you that it is all right."
"A consultation?" broke in Beverley in rage. "A consultation in
jail!"
Still Dodge merely smiled.
"Then you consider yourself trapped. You admit it," ground out
Dumont.
"Anything you please," repeated Dodge. "I am perfectly willing--"
"Let us end this farce--now," cried Beverley hotly. "Drummond!"
The detective had been doing some rapid thinking. "Just a moment,"
he interrupted. "Don't be too precipitate. Hear his side, if he has
any. I can manage him. Besides, I have something else to say about
another person that will interest us all."
"Then you are willing to have the consultation!"
Drummond nodded.
"Miss Dunlap," called Murray, taking the words almost from the
detective's lips, as he opened the door and held it for her to
enter.
"No--no. Alone," almost shouted Beverley.
The detective signaled to him and he subsided, muttering.
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