The detective had been doing some rapid thinking. "Just a moment," he interrupted. "Don't be too precipitate. Hear his side, if he has any. I can manage him. Besides, I have something else to say about another person that will interest us all."
"Then you are willing to have the consultation!"
Drummond nodded.
"Miss Dunlap," called Murray, taking the words almost from the detective's lips, as he opened the door and held it for her to enter.
"No—no. Alone," almost shouted Beverley.
The detective signaled to him and he subsided, muttering.
As she entered Drummond looked hard at her. Constance met him without wavering an instant.
"I think I've seen you before, MRS. Dunlap," insinuated the detective.
"Perhaps," replied Constance, still meeting his sharp ferret eye squarely, which increased his animosity.
"Your husband was Carlton Dunlap, cashier of Green & Company, was he not?"