"He was careful," remarked Constance. "Reckless at first in giving checks-he has tried to cover it up. He didn't want to destroy them, yet he couldn't have such evidence about. So he must have altered the name on the canceled vouchers after they were returned to him paid by the bank. Very clever—very."
Constance reached into the safe again. There were some personal and some business letters, some old check books, some silver and gold trinkets and table silver.
She gave a low exclamation. She had found a packet of letters and a sheaf of typewritten flimsy tissue paper pages.
Mrs. Douglas uttered a little cry, quickly suppressed. The letters were those in her own handwriting addressed to Lynn Munro.
"Here are Drummond's reports, too," Constance added.
She looked them hastily over. The damning facts had been massed in a way that must inevitably have prejudiced any case for the defense that Mrs. Douglas might set up.
"There—there's all the evidence against you," whispered Constance hoarsely, handing it over to Anita. "It's all yours again. Destroy it."
In her eagerness, with trembling hands, Anita had torn up the whole mass of incriminating papers and had cast them into the fireplace. She was just about to strike a match.
Suddenly there came a deep voice from the stairs.
"Well—what's all this?"