Her hand trembled.

"Why did she tell me that ?" she murmured.
"You can't prove it," shouted a voice through the black disc at her ear.

She was startled.

It was the voice of Worthington.
"Miss Dunlap--have you that notebook ?" came the deep tones of her husband.
Constance read from her first notes that part relating to the conspiracy to control Motors, carefully omitting the part about the Leblanc letters.
"It's a lie--a lie." "No, it is not a lie.

It is all good legal evidence, the record taken over the new microphone detective.