"But she didn't.

She's worse than that!" He leaned a little nearer to Alan.
"She's one of John Graham's tools sent up here to sneak and spy on you," he finished desperately.

"I'm sorry--but I've got the proof." His hand crept over the top of the table; slowly the closed palm opened, and when he drew it back, a crumpled paper lay between them.

"Found it on the floor when I took the phonograph back," he explained.

"It was twisted up hard.