The letters were those in her own handwriting addressed to Lynn Munro.
"Here are Drummond's reports, too," Constance added.
She looked them hastily over.

The damning facts had been massed in a way that must inevitably have prejudiced any case for the defense that Mrs.Douglas might set up.
"There--there's all the evidence against you," whispered Constance hoarsely, handing it over to Anita.

"It's all yours again.

Destroy it." In her eagerness, with trembling hands, Anita had torn up the whole mass of incriminating papers and had cast them into the fireplace.

She was just about to strike a match.
Suddenly there came a deep voice from the stairs.
"Well--what's all this ?" Anita dropped the match from her nerveless hands.