Constance was thinking rapidly.
"It is now after four o'clock," she said finally, looking at her wrist watch. "You say it was not half an hour ago that Drummond called on you. He must be downtown about now. Your husband will hardly have a chance more than to glance over the papers this afternoon."
Suddenly an idea seemed to occur to her. "What do you suppose he will do with them?" she asked.
Mrs. Douglas looked up through her tears, calmer. "He is very methodical," she answered slowly. "If I know him rightly, I think he will probably go out to Glenclair with them to-night, to look them over."
"Where will he keep them?" broke in Constance suddenly.
"He has a little safe in the library out there where he keeps all such personal papers. I shouldn't be surprised if he looked them over and locked them up there until he intends to use them at least until morning."
"I have a plan," exclaimed Constance excitedly. "Are you game?"
Anita Douglas looked at her friend squarely. In her face Constance read the desperation of a woman battling for life and honor.
"Yes," replied Anita in a low, tense tone, "for anything."
"Then meet me after dinner in the Terminal. We'll go out to Glenclair."