"What have you learned of the one for fifty thousand dollars which was attempted to be laid against Mr.Gamble's interest in that hotel property yesterday ?" "Very little," he confessed.

"It is of the same sort as the one we discussed the other day." Constance nodded.

"Fraudulent, probably," she guessed.
"I think so myself," agreed Loring.

"Trouble is, nobody can locate the Gamble-Collaton books." "Perhaps they have been destroyed," mused Constance.
"I doubt it," returned Loring.

"It would seem the sensible thing to do; but, through some curious psychology which I can not fathom, crooks seldom make away with documentary evidence." "Who is helping Mr.Collaton ?" asked Constance abruptly after a little silence.
"I do not know," answered Loring promptly, looking her squarely in the eye.
"Some one of our mutual acquaintance," she persisted shrewdly.