All the malevolence of the human bloodhound seemed concentrated in his look.
"Who forged those Carlton Realty checks ?" he hissed.

"Who played off the weakness of Dumont and Beverley against the clever thefts of Murray Dodge! Who is using a counterfeiter and a soldier of fortune and swindling honest American bankers and business men as no man crook--you seem to like that word--crook--could ever do ?" Constance met him calmly.

"Oh," she laughed airily, "I suppose you mean to imply that it is I." "I don't imply," he ground out, "I assert--accuse." Constance shrugged her pretty shoulders.
"I want to tell you that I am employed by the Central American consulates in this city," blustered Drummond.

"And I am waiting only for one thing.

The moment an order is given for the withdrawal of that stuff from the little shop in South Street--you know what I mean--I am ready.