other matters and avoided Dodge as much as possible. Only the
regular routine affairs passed through his hands, but he said
nothing. It gave him more time with her. Dumont came in as rarely as
it was possible.

And as they worked along gathering the data Constance came to admire
Murray more than ever. She worked patiently over the big books,
taking only those on which the accountant was not engaged at such
times as she could get them without exciting suspicion. Together
they dug out the extent of the frauds that had been practiced on the
Government for years back. From the letter files they rescued notes
and orders and letters, pieced them together into as near a
continuous record as they could make. With his own knowledge of the
books Dodge could count on making better progress on the essential
things than the regular accountant of the audit company. He felt
sure that they would finish sooner and that they would have a closer
report of the frauds of all kinds than could be uncovered by the man
who had been set on the trail of Dodge to discover just how much of
the illicit gains he had taken for himself.

Constance became aware soon that whenever she left the office at
night she was being followed. She had at first studiously repelled
the offers of Murray to see her home. It was not that he had taken
advantage of the situation into which she had put herself. He would
never have done that. Still, she wished a little more time to
analyze her own conflicting feelings toward him. Then, too, several
times in the crowded subway cars she had noticed a face that was
familiar. It was Drummond, never looking directly at her, always
engrossed in something else, yet never failing to note where she was
going. That must be, she reasoned, some of the work of Beverley and