The first one--no--nor the second--but the third--the bottom one--good heavens! He took in the significance of the blurred white lines with greedy eyes, his lips opening in a silent exclamation of triumph.

Then he pondered for an instant, the blue-print itself--was an awkward size--bulky--good, he had it! He carefully tore a small portion from the third blue-print and was about to stuff it in the inside pocket of his dinner jacket when Dale, returning, caught him before he had time to conceal his find.

She took in the situation at once.
"Oh, you found it!" she said in tones of rejoicing, giving him back the key to the secretary.

Then, as he still made no move to transfer the scrap of blue paper to her, "Please let me have it, Mr.Fleming.

I know that's it." Dick Fleming's lips set in a thin line.