For a moment the brazen detective flinched.
As he did so, deForest Caswell crumpled up the mass of tissue paper reports and flung them into the fireplace.
"Get out!" he said, suppressing his voice with difficulty.

"Send me--your bill.

I'll pay it--but, mind, if it is one penny more than it should be, I'll--I'll fight if it takes me from the district attorney and the grand jury to the highest court of the State.

Now--go!" Caswell turned slowly again toward his wife.
"I've been a brute," he said simply.
Something almost akin to jealousy rose in Constance's heart as she saw Mildred, safe at last.
Then Caswell turned slowly to her.

"You," he said, stroking his wife's hand gently but looking at Constance, "you are a REAL clairvoyant.".