Her eye fell on the Doctor's
professional bag--she seemed to consider it as if it were a strange
sort of animal.
"Find the man who followed your course of reasoning," she ended,
with a stare at Bailey, "and you have found the murderer."
"With that reasoning you might suspect me!" said the latter a trifle
touchily.
Miss Cornelia did not give an inch.
"I have," she said. Dale shot a swift, sympathetic glance at her
lover, another less sympathetic and more indignant at her aunt.
Miss Cornelia smiled.
"However, I now suspect somebody else," she said. They waited for
her to reveal the name of the suspect but she kept her own counsel.
By now she had entirely given up confidence if not in the probity
at least in the intelligence of all persons, male or female, under
the age of sixty-five.
She rang the bell for Billy. But Dale was still worrying over the
possible effects of the confidence she had given Doctor Wells.
"Then you think the Doctor may give this paper to Mr. Anderson?"
she asked.
"He may or he may not. It is entirely possible that he may elect
to search for this room himself! He may even already have gone
upstairs!"
She moved quickly to the door and glanced across toward the
dining-room, but so far apparently all was safe. The Doctor was
at the table making a pretense of drinking a cup of coffee and
Billy was in close attendance. That the Doctor already had the
paper she was certain; it was the use he intended to make of it
that was her concern.
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