"Yes indeed. I knew there was only one place where she would put them—in her safe with her jewels. She would think I would never suspect that she had them and, besides, she had the combination changed. I went up to the house this afternoon when she was out. I had an expert with me. He worked two hours, steady,—but he opened it. Here they are. Now for the real game."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I noticed the name of the manufacturer on your microphone. I have had one installed in the room which she uses most of all. The wires run to the next house where I've hired an apartment. I intend to 'listen in' there. I'll get this Worthington—yet!"
That night Constance and Brainard sat for hours in the empty apartment patiently waiting for word over the microphone.
At last there was a noise as of a door opening.
"Show them in here."
"Sybil," whispered Brainard as if perhaps she might even hear.
Then came more voices.
"Worthington and Drummond," he added. "They suspect nothing yet."
"Drummond knows this Dunlap woman," said Worthington.