They were all detectives, also, always seeking a chance to make a search that might reveal her secret.

The janitor who collected the waste paper found that it had a ready sale at a high price.

Every stratagem that Drummond's astute mind could devise was called into play.

But nothing, not a scrap of new evidence did they find.
Yet all the time Constance was in direct communication with Mackenzie.
Graeme, in his enforced idleness, was more deeply in love with Constance now than ever.

He had eyes for nothing else.