Constance realized suddenly the truth.

The whole affair had been a plant of Drummond's! "You are at Trimble's ?" she inquired quickly.

"Well, can you wait there just a few minutes?
I'd like to see Miss Carr." Drummond promised.

His acquiescence in itself boded no good, but nevertheless she decided to go.

As she left her apartment hurriedly she picked up the little instrument and dropped it into her hand-bag.
"You see, it's no use," almost chortled Drummond as Constance stepped off the elevator and opened the door to a little room at Trimble's much like that which she had already seen at Stacy's.