That, gentlemen, is the amount of the shortage--an offset." "The deuce it is!" exclaimed Beverley.
Constance reached for a telephone on the desk near her.
"Get me the Law Division at the Customs House," she asked simply.
Dumont was pale and almost speechless.

Beverley could ill suppress his smothered rage.

What could they do?
The tables had been turned.

If they objected to the amazing proposal Constance had made they might all go to jail.

Dodge even might go free, rich.