"Then you consider yourself trapped. You admit it," ground out
Dumont.

"Anything you please," repeated Dodge. "I am perfectly willing--"

"Let us end this farce--now," cried Beverley hotly. "Drummond!"

The detective had been doing some rapid thinking. "Just a moment,"
he interrupted. "Don't be too precipitate. Hear his side, if he has
any. I can manage him. Besides, I have something else to say about
another person that will interest us all."

"Then you are willing to have the consultation!"

Drummond nodded.

"Miss Dunlap," called Murray, taking the words almost from the
detective's lips, as he opened the door and held it for her to
enter.

"No--no. Alone," almost shouted Beverley.

The detective signaled to him and he subsided, muttering.

As she entered Drummond looked hard at her. Constance met him
without wavering an instant.

"I think I've seen you before, MRS. Dunlap," insinuated the
detective.