They knocked, but there was no answer.
A few moments before Constance would have felt perfectly safe in saying that Adele was out.

But if Drummond's man had seen her enter, might she not have been there all the time, be there still, in a stupor?
She dreaded to think of what might happen if the poor girl once fell into their hands.

It would be the final impulse that would complete her ruin.
Constance did not stop to reason it out.

Her woman's intuition told her that now was the time to act--that there was no retreat.
She opened her own door just as the raiders had forced in the flimsy affair that guarded the apartment of Adele.
"So!" sneered Drummond, catching sight of her in the dim light of the hallway.

"You are mixed up in these violations of the new drug law, too!" Constance said nothing.