There was time also to execute a little scheme of her own.
Four o'clock came.

Brainard lounged casually across to the board room.
Instantly Constance had the receiver of the microphone at her ear, straining to catch every word, and to make notes of the stormy scene, if necessary.
Her door opened.

It was Sybil Brainard.
The two women looked at each other coldly.
Constance was the first to speak.
"Mrs.Brainard," she began, "I asked you to come down here--not Mr.
Worthington.

More than that, I asked the office boy to direct you here instead of to his office.

Do you see that machine ?" Sybil looked at it without a sign of recognition.
"It is a microphone detective.