"Can't you make it--less ?" Drummond shook his head.

Already he had learned what he had come to learn.

She did not have the money.
"No," he replied positively, adding, by way of inserting the knife and turning it around, "I shall have to turn the letters over to him to-day." She drew herself up.

At least she could fight back.
"But you can't prove anything," she cut in quickly.
"Can't I ?" he returned.

"The letters don't speak for themselves, do they?
You don't realize that this interview helps to prove it, do you?
An innocent woman wouldn't have considered my offer, much less plead with me.