Yet he was able to speculate in Wall Street with such dash that he seemed to be in a fair way, through her, to accumulate a fortune.
One night as they were hurrying back to Graeme's after a walk, they had to pass a crowd on Broadway.

Constance saw a familiar face hurrying by.
It gave her a start.

It was Drummond, the detective.

He was not, apparently, looking for her.

But then that was his method.