That, too, confirmed the idea which she had.
As the night advanced she determined to stick to her post.

What could it have been that Drummond was doing?
It was no good, she felt positive.
Suddenly before her eye, glued to its eavesdropping aperture, she saw a strange sight.

There was a violent commotion in the store.

Blue-coated policemen seemed to swarm in from nowhere.

And in the rear, directing them, appeared Drummond, holding by the arm the unfortunate Sleighbells, quaking with fear, evidently having been picked up already elsewhere by the wily detective.
Muller put up a stout resistance, but the officers easily seized him and, after a hasty but thorough search, unearthed his cache of the contraband drug.
As the scene unfolded, Constance was more and more bewildered after having witnessed that which preceded it, the signing of the letter and the passing of the money.