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“I thought you would,” commented Drummond dryly. “I may as well tell you that I fear some one has been tampering with your mail.”

“Tampering with OUR mail?” repeated Dunlap, aghast. “Impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible until it is proved so,” answered Drummond, looking him straight in the eyes. Carlton did not flinch. He felt a new power within himself, gained during the past few days of new association with Constance. For her he could face anything.

But when Drummond was gone he felt as he had on the night when he had finally realized that he could never cover up the deficit in his books. With an almost superhuman effort he gripped himself. Interminably the hours of the rest of the day dragged on.

That night he sank limp into a chair on his return home. “A man named Drummond was in the office to-day, my dear,” he said. “Some one in the office sent Reynolds a duplicate bill, and they know about the check.”

“Well?”

“I wonder if they suspect me?”

“If you act like that, they won’t suspect. They’ll arrest,” she commented sarcastically.

He had braced up again into his new self at her words. But there was again that sinking sensation in her heart, as she realized that it was, after all, herself on whom he depended, that it was she who had been the will, even though he had been the intellect of their enterprise. She could not overcome the feeling that, if only their positions could be reversed, the thing might even yet be carried through.

Drummond appeared again at the office the next day. There was no concealment about him now. He said frankly that he was from the Burr Detective Agency, whose business it was to guard the banks against forgeries.

“The pen work, or, as we detectives call it, the penning,” he remarked, “in the case of that check is especially good. It shows rare skill. But the pitfalls in this forgery game are so many that, in avoiding one, a forger, ever so clever, falls into another.”

Carlton felt the polite third degree, as he proceeded: “Nowadays the forger has science to contend with, too. The microscope and camera may come in a little too late to be of practical use in preventing the forger from getting his money at first, but they come in very neatly later in catching him. What the naked eye cannot see in this check they reveal. Besides, a little iodine vapor brings out the original ‘Green & Co.’ on it.

“We have found out also that the protective coloring was restored by water color. That was easy. Where the paper was scratched and the sizing taken off, it has been painted with a resinous substance to restore the glaze, to the eye. Well, a little alcohol takes that off, too. Oh, the amateur forger may be the most dangerous kind, because the professional regularly follows the same line, leaves tracks, has associates, but,” he concluded impressively, “all are caught sooner or later–sooner or later.”

Dunlap managed to maintain his outward composure admirably. Still the little lifting of the curtain on the hidden mysteries of the new detective art produced its effect. They were getting closer, and Dunlap knew it, as Drummond intended he should. And, as in every crisis, he turned naturally to Constance. Never had she meant so much to him as now.

That night as he entered the apartment he happened to glance behind him. In the shadow down the street a man dodged quickly behind a tree. The thing gave him a start. He was being watched.

“There is just one thing left,” he cried excitedly as he hurried upstairs with the news. “We must both disappear this time.”

Constance took it very calmly. “But we must not go together,” she added quickly, her fertile mind, as ever, hitting directly on a plan of action. “If we separate, they will be less likely to trace us, for they will never think we would do that.”