"What rot is this?
The stock, Watson," he repeated.

"Where is that stock I heard them talking about ?" Mrs.Noble, forgetting all now but Halsey, paled.

Bella LeMar was fumbling at her gold mesh bag.

She gave a sudden, suppressed little scream.
"Look!" she cried.

"They are blank--those stock certificates he gave me." Drummond seized them roughly from her hands.
Where the signatures should have been there was nothing at all! Across the face of the stock were the words in deep black, "SAMPLE CERTIFICATE," written in an angular, feminine hand.
What did it mean?
Halsey was as amazed as any of them.