Drummond started forward angrily, but fell back as Constance added in a lower but firmer tone, "Or I'll have you all up on a charge of attempting murder."
Drummond turned surlily to those of his "dope squad," who remained:
"You can go, boys," he said brusquely.
"There's been some mistake here."
CHAPTER XII
THE FUGITIVES
"Newspaper pictures seldom look like the person they represent," asserted Lawrence Macey nonchalantly.
Constance Dunlap looked squarely at the man opposite her at the table, oblivious to the surroundings. It was a brilliant sight in the great after-theater rendezvous, the beautiful faces and gowns, the exquisite music, the bright lights and the gayety. She had chosen this time and place for a reason. She had hoped that the contrast with what she had to say would be most marked in its influence on the man.
"Nevertheless," she replied keenly, "I recognize the picture—as though you were Bertillon's new 'spoken portrait' of this Graeme Mackenzie."