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Page 64
Constance did the same, to illustrate, then called Floretta. "If
Vera will do as I have done," she said, offering her the pad, and
taking her hand. Charmant complied, and when Floretta arrived her
impressions were added to the others.
"There's a man wishes to see you, outside, Madame," said Floretta,
wiping off the soiled finger tips.
"Tell him to wait--in the little room."
Floretta opened the door to go out and through it Constance caught
sight of a familiar face.
A moment later the man was in the room with them. It was Drummond,
the same sneer, the same assurance in his manner.
"So," he snarled at Constance. "You here?"
"I seem to be here," she answered calmly. "Why?"
"Never mind why," he blustered. "I knew you saw me the other night.
I heard you tell 'em to hit it up so as to shake me. But I found out
all right."
"Found out what?" asked Constance coldly.
"Say, that's about your style, isn't it? You always get in when it
comes to trimming the good spenders, don't you?"
"Mr. Drummond," she replied, "I don't care to talk to you."
"You don't, hey? Well, perhaps, when the time comes you'll have to
talk. How about that?"
She was thinking rapidly. Was Mrs. Warrington preparing to strike a
blow that would be the last impulse necessary to send the plunger
down for the last time? She decided to take a chance, to temporize
until some one else made a move.
"I'd thank you to place your fingers on this pad," said Constance
quietly. "I'm making a collection of these things."
"You are, are you?"
"Yes," she cut short. "And if my collection isn't large enough I
shall call up Mrs. Warrington and ask her to come over, too," she
added significantly.
Floretta entered again. "Please wipe the ink off Mr. Drummond's
fingers," ordered Constance quietly, still holding out the pad.
"Confound your impudence," he ground out, seizing the pad. "There!
What do you mean by Mrs. Warrington? What has she to do with this?
Have a care, Mrs. Dunlap--you're on the wrong track here, and going
the wrong way."
"Mr. Warrington is--" began Floretta.
"Show him in--quick," demanded Constance, determined to bring the
affair to a show-down on the spot.
As the door swung open, Warrington looked at the group in unfeigned
surprise.
"Mr. Warrington," greeted Constance without giving any of the others
a chance, "this morning, I heard a little conversation up here.
Floretta, will you go into the little room, and on the top shelf you
will find a bottle. Bring it here carefully. I have a sheet of
paper, also, which I am going to show you. I had already seen the
little woman, Mr. Warrington, whom you have treated so unjustly. She
was here trying vainly to win you back by those arts which she
thinks must appeal to you."
Floretta returned with the bottle and placed it on the secretary
beside Constance.
"Some one took some tablets from this bottle and gave them to some
one else who wrote on this paper," she resumed, bending first over
the paper she had torn from the pad. "Ah, a loop with twelve ridges,
another loop, a whorl, a whorl, a loop. The marks on this paper
correspond precisely with those made here just now by--Vera Charmant
herself!"
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