Constance Dunlap by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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Constance, who knew how to take advantage of every weak spot in the
armor. "We are wasting time," he interrupted brusquely. "Get back to the original subject. There is a fifty thousand-dollar shortage on these books." The attempt clumsily to shift the case away again from Constance to Dodge was apparent. "Mrs. Dunlap's past troubles," Dodge asserted vigorously, "have nothing to do with the case. It was cowardly to drag that in. But the other matter of which she speaks has much to do with it." "One moment, Murray," cried Constance. "Let me finish what I began. This is my fight, too, now." She was talking with blazing eyes and in quick, cutting tone. "For three years he did your dirty work," she flashed. "He did the bribing--and you saved half a million dollars." "He has stolen fifty thousand," put in Beverley, white with anger. "I have kept an account of everything," pursued Constance, without pausing. "I have pieced the record together so that he can now connect the men higher up with the actual acts he had to do. He can gain immunity by turning state's evidence. I am not sure but that he might be able to obtain his moiety of what the Government recovers if the matter were brought to suit and won on the information he can |
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