"If I run this over the wires," she hinted, holding it near the spools, "the record will be wiped out." She paused impressively. "Let me have those I O U's of Mrs. Noble's. By the way, you might as well give me that blank stock, too. There is no use in that, now."
As she laid the papers in a pile on the table before her she added the old forged certificates from Halsey's pocket. There it lay, the incriminating, ruining evidence.
Deliberately she passed the magnet over the thin steel wire, wiping out what it had recorded, as if the recording angel were blotting out from the book of life.
"Try it, Drummond," she cried, dropping on her knees before the open fireplace. "You will find the wire a blank."
There was a hot, sudden blaze as the pile of papers from the table flared up.
"There," she exclaimed. "These gambling debts were not even debts of honor. If you will call a cab, Haddon, I have reserved a table at Jade's for you and Mrs. Noble. It is a farewell. Drummond will not occupy his place in the corner to-night. But—after it—you are to forget—both of you—forever. You understand?"
CHAPTER V
THE EAVESDROPPERS
"I suppose you have heard something about the troubles of the Motor Trust? The other directors, you know, are trying to force me out."