Constance did the same, to illustrate, then called Floretta. "If Vera will do as I have done," she said, offering her the pad, and taking her hand. Charmant complied, and when Floretta arrived her impressions were added to the others.
"There's a man wishes to see you, outside, Madame," said Floretta, wiping off the soiled finger tips.
"Tell him to wait—in the little room."
Floretta opened the door to go out and through it Constance caught sight of a familiar face.
A moment later the man was in the room with them. It was Drummond, the same sneer, the same assurance in his manner.
"So," he snarled at Constance. "You here?"
"I seem to be here," she answered calmly. "Why?"
"Never mind why," he blustered. "I knew you saw me the other night. I heard you tell 'em to hit it up so as to shake me. But I found out all right."
"Found out what?" asked Constance coldly.
"Say, that's about your style, isn't it? You always get in when it comes to trimming the good spenders, don't you?"