"You grow more weird, every day, Constance.
Yes--there was something else." "Mr.Davies ?" Mildred had risen.

"Don't--don't--" she cried.
"Then you do really--care for him!" asked Constance mercilessly.
"No--no, a thousand times--no.

How can I?
I have put all such thoughts out of my mind--long ago." She paused, then went on more calmly, "Constance, believe me or not--I am just as good a woman to-day as I was the day I married Forest.

No--I would not even let the thought enter my head--never!" For perhaps an hour after her friend had gone, Constance sat thinking.
What should she do?
Something must be done and soon.

As she thought, suddenly the truth flashed over her.
Caswell had employed Drummond to shadow his wife in the hope that he might unearth something that might lead to a divorce.