"It isn't necessary, Sybil, to bother about Miss Dunlap. The lights were out of order and I found Miss Dunlap standing on the table trying to fix them. You came just in time to see her jump down. By the way, Worthington seems to be another who works late. He left only a few minutes ago."
Constance passed a restless night. To have got wrong at the very start worried her. Over and over she thought of what had happened. And always she came back to one question. What had Brainard meant by that reference to Worthington?
He came in late the next day, however. Still, there was no change in his manner as he greeted her. The incident had not affected him, as it had her. Neither of them said anything about it.
A young man had been waiting to see Brainard and as he entered he asked him in.
Just then Sheppard walked casually through the reception room and into the board room.
Constance quickly closed her door. She heard the young man leave Brainard's office but she was too engrossed to pay attention to anything but the voices that were coming through the microphone. She was writing feverishly what she heard.
"Yes, Sheppard, I saw her again last night."
"Where?"
"She was to meet me here, but he stayed later than usual with that new secretary of his. So I cut out and met her at the street entrance."
"And?"