"And your client will make good?" she anxiously.
"Absolutely. We will pay five thousand dollars for the evidence that will convict him."
Constance's little audience was stunned. But she did not let the telegraphone pause. Skipping some unimportant calls, she began again.
This was a call from Bella to Watson.
"Ross, that fellow Drummond called up to-day."
"Yes?"
"He is going to pull it off to-night. His client will make good—five thousand if they catch Halsey with the goods. How about it?"
"Pretty soft—eh, Bella?" came back from Watson.
"My God! it's a plant!" exclaimed Halsey, staggering and dropping heavily into a chair. "I'm ruined. There is no way out!"
"Wait," interrupted Constance. "Here's another call. It may serve to explain why luck was with me to-night. I came prepared."