Only let me save what I can from the wreck." It was not Constance, the woman, to whom he was talking.

It was Constance, the secretary.

Yet it was the woman, not the secretary, who listened.
Brainard stopped again beside her desk.
"All that is neither here nor there," he remarked, forcing a change in his manner.

"I am in for it.

Now, the question is--what are we going to do about it!" Constance had unwrapped the package on her desk, disclosing an oblong box.
"What's that ?" he asked curiously.
"Mr.Brainard," she answered tapping the box, "there's no limit to the use of this little machine for our purposes.