Finally the three seemed to agree, for Drummond walked over to a typewriter on a table, took a fresh sheet of carbon paper from a drawer, placed it between two sheets of paper, and hastily wrote something.
Drummond read over what he had written.

It seemed to be short, and the three apparently agreed on it.

Then, in a trembling hand, Muller signed the two copies which Drummond had made, one of which Drummond himself kept and the other he sealed in an envelope and sent away by a boy.
Drummond reached into his pocket and pulled out a huge roll of bills of large denomination.

He counted out what seemed to be approximately half, handed it to the woman, and replaced the rest in his pocket.

What it was all about Constance could only vaguely guess.