CHAPTER V.
THE EAVESDROPPERS "I suppose you have heard something about the troubles of the Motor Trust?
The other directors, you know, are trying to force me out." Rodman Brainard, president of the big Motor Corporation, searched the magnetic depths of the big brown eyes of the woman beside his desk.
Talking to Constance Dunlap was not like talking to other women he had known, either socially or in business.
"A friend of yours, and of mine," he added frankly, "has told me enough about you to convince me that you are more than an amateur at getting people out of tight places.

I asked you to call because I think you can help me." There was a directness about Brainard which Constance liked.
"It's very kind of you to place such confidence in me--on such short acquaintance," she returned pointedly, searching his face.
Brainard laughed.
"I don't need to tell you, Mrs.Dunlap, that anything I have said so far is an open secret in Wall Street.

They have threatened to drag in the Sherman law, and in the reorganization that will follow the investigation, they plan to eliminate Rodman Brainard--perhaps set in motion the criminal clauses of the law.

It's nothing, Mrs.Dunlap, but a downright hypocritical pose.

They reverse the usual process.