I have all sorts of little scraps of conversation," he boasted.

"I also have an account of a visit there from two--er--scoundrels--" "Mrs.Brainard to see you, sir," announced a boy at the door.
Constance had risen.

Her face was flushed and her breast rose and fell with excitement.
"Mr.Brainard," she interrupted.

"I must explain--confess.

Mrs.
Brainard has been sitting in my office listening to us over the microphone.