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nyp.33433076048564	Reeve Arthur B.	Constance Dunlap, woman detective / by Arthur B. Reeve	1913		.txt	text/plain	54265	5210	89	Constance, whose fingers had long been accustomed to fine work, fitted in the little star He had not counted on handling a woman like Constance, who knew how to take advantage of every weak spot in the armor. strongest safe deposit vault in New York," remarked Constance, laying the evidence that involved them all on Murray's desk. For hours during the rest of the night Constance tossed fitfully in half sleep, thinking over Constance was looking fixedly at Drummond. "This has been a good day's work, Constance," he said, flinging himself into a "I have a conference in half an hour, Constance," he remarked, looking at his watch. The door was flung open, interrupting Constance's reading, and Sybil Brainard entered. "Won't you come with me to Madame Cassandra?" asked Mrs. Caswell, as Constance For the first time in several minutes Constance looked at the face of her friend.	./cache/nyp.33433076048564.pdf	./txt/nyp.33433076048564.txt