She was speechless.
"Since then," he added quietly, "I have watched, I have seen--what I have seen." Drummond had faced her.

Somehow the effect of his words was more potent on her than if he had not accused her by indirection.

Still she said nothing.
"I can suppress it," he insinuated.
Her heart was going like a trip-hammer.
"But it will cost something to do that." Here was a straw--she caught at it eagerly.
"Cost something ?" she repeated, facing him.

"How much ?" Drummond never took his eyes from her anxious face.
"I was to get a fee of one thousand dollars if I obtained some letters that had passed from her to a man named Lynn Munro.

He has gone out of town--has left his rooms unguarded.