I have a sheet of paper, also, which I am going to show you.

I had already seen the little woman, Mr.
Warrington, whom you have treated so unjustly.

She was here trying vainly to win you back by those arts which she thinks must appeal to you." Floretta returned with the bottle and placed it on the secretary beside Constance.
"Some one took some tablets from this bottle and gave them to some one else who wrote on this paper," she resumed, bending first over the paper she had torn from the pad.

"Ah, a loop with twelve ridges, another loop, a whorl, a whorl, a loop.

The marks on this paper correspond precisely with those made here just now by--Vera Charmant herself!" "You get out of here--quick," snarled Drummond, placing himself between the now furious Vera and Constance.
"One minute," replied Constance calmly.