But the first day after the alarm of the discovery passed off all right.

Carlton even discussed the case, his case, with those in the office, commented on it, condemned the swindlers, and carried it off, he felt proud to say, as well as Constance herself might have done had she been in his place.
Another day passed.

His account of the first day, reassuring as it had been to her, did not lessen the anxiety.

Yet never before had they seemed to be bound together by such ties as knitted their very souls in this crisis.

She tried with a devotion that was touching to impart to him some of her own strength to ward off detection.
It was the afternoon of the second day that a man who gave the name of Drummond called and presented a card of the Reynolds Company.
"Have you ever been paid a little bill of twenty-five dollars by our company ?" he asked.
Down in his heart Carlton knew that this man was a detective.