She said nothing, but her coldness was plainly one of interrogation.
"A case has been placed in my hands by some western clients of ours," he said by way of swaggering explanation, "of an embezzler who is hiding in New York.

It required no great reasoning power to decide that the man's trail would sooner or later cross Wall Street.

I believe it has done so--not directly, but indirectly.

The trail, I think, has brought me back to the proverbial point of 'CHERCHEZ LA FEMME.' I am delighted," he dwelt on the word to see what would be its effect, "to see in the Graeme Mackenzie case my old friend, Constance Dunlap." "So," she replied quietly, "you suspect ME, now.

I suppose _I_ am Graeme Mackenzie." "No," Drummond replied dubiously, "you are not Graeme Mackenzie, of course.