"She was in such distress that I finally went to look for it. It
wasn't there."
"Do you realize the significance of this paper?" Anderson boomed
at once.
"Nothing, beyond the fact that Miss Ogden was afraid it linked her
with the crime." The Doctor's voice was very clear and firm.
Anderson pondered an instant. Then--
"I'd like to have a few minutes with the Doctor alone," he said
somberly.
The group about him dissolved at once. Miss Cornelia, her arm
around her niece's waist, led the latter gently to the door. As
the two lovers passed each other a glance flashed between them--a
glance, pathetically brief, of longing and love. Dale's finger
tips brushed Bailey's hand gently in passing.
"Beresford," commanded the detective, "take Bailey to the library
and see that he stays there."
Beresford tapped his pocket with a significant gesture and motioned
Bailey to the door. Then they, too, left the room. The door closed.
The Doctor and the detective were alone.
The detective spoke at once--and surprisingly.
"Doctor, I'll have that blue-print!" he said sternly, his eyes the
color of steel.
The Doctor gave him a wary little glance.
"But I've just made the statement that I didn't find the blue-print,"
he affirmed flatly.
"I heard you!" Anderson's voice was very dry. "Now this situation
is between you and me, Doctor Wells." His forefinger sought the
Doctor's chest. "It has nothing to do with that poor fool of a
cashier.
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