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No â€"Jack Bailey‘s safety was too inoxâ€" tricably bound up with the whole sinister business. She must lieâ€"ant e againâ€"while Abore was any chance of a Me‘s being belioved. "I don‘t know,‘ she said weakly, trying to avoid the detsctive‘s oyes. Anderson took thought. "Wed, I‘ll ask that question â€"anâ€" way," he said. "How did he get into the house?" "Now, ‘what was Floming doing heret?" he asked Dale in a gentle Dale brightenodâ€"no need for & e here. 3 "He had a key." "Key to what door?" That door over there." Dale inâ€" dicated the terraceâ€"door of the a} The detective was about to ask another questionâ€"then he paused. Miss Cornelia was talking on the phone. ° cove. "Helloâ€"is that Mr. Johnsen‘s rest dence? Is Dr. Wells there? No#?" Her expression was pussled. "Ohâ€"all rightâ€"thank youâ€"good nightâ€"â€"*" She rang off, and hung up the phone. Meanwhile ‘Anderson had been lisâ€" teningâ€"but thinkfig as well Dale saw his sharp glance travel over to the fireplticeâ€"rest for a moment, with an air of discovery, on the fragâ€" ments of the roll of blueprints that remained unburned among the ashâ€" esâ€"return.She shut her eyes for & moment, trying tensely to summon every atom of shrewdness she posâ€" sessed to aid her. "When did you take that revolver out of the tableâ€"drawer?" He was hammering at her with questions again. * "When I heard him outside on the lerrace," said Dale promptly and truthfully. "I was frightened." Lizzie tiptoed over to Miss Cornâ€" elia. Â¥ "You wanted a ‘detective!" she said in an ironic whisper. "I hope you‘re happy now you‘ve got one!" Miss Cornelia gavé her a look that sent her scuttling back to her former post by the door. But neverâ€" theless, internally, she felt thoroughâ€" ly in accord with Liszie. Again Anderson‘s questions poundâ€" ed at the rigid Daleâ€"striving to pierce her armor of mingled truth and falsehood. K 5 â€"‘‘When Fleming came in, what did he say to you?*" "Just â€" something .about . the weather," said Dale weakly. The whole scene was still too horribly vivid before her eyes for her to furnâ€" ish a more convincing alibi. _ "You didn‘t have any quarrel with him ?" & Dale hestitated. "No." "He just came in that doorâ€"said something about the weatherâ€" and was shot from that stairâ€"case. Is that it?" said the detective in tones of utter incredulity. 15w put, her story seemed too flimsy for wordsâ€"she could not even blame Anderson for disbelieving it.~ And yetâ€"Wwhat other story could she tell that would.not bring ruin on Jack? Her face whitened. She put her hand on the back of a chair for support. "Yesâ€"that‘s it," she said, at last, and swayed where she stood. Again Miss Cornelia tried to come to the rescue. $ ‘ "Are all these questions necesâ€" sary?" she queried sharply. }Yon can‘t for a moment beleve that Miss Ogden shot that man!" But by now, though she did not show it, she too began;to realize the strength of the appalling net of circumstances that drew with each minute tightor around the unhappy girl. Dale grate fully seized the momentary respite and sank into a chair. The detective looked at her. "I think she knows more than she‘s telling. She‘s concealing someâ€" thing!" 13: said, with deadly intentâ€" ness. * _nephew of the President of the Union Bankâ€"shot in his own house the day the bank has falledâ€" that‘s queer~enoughâ€"" Now he turnâ€" ed back to Miss Cornelia. "But when the only person present at his murâ€" der is the girl who‘s engaged to the guilty â€" cashier!" _ he . continued, watching Miss Cornelia‘s face as the Dale hesitated again. Thus baldly by MARY ROBERTS AVERY HOF mind, "I want to know mote and wher hm% nr~:: ~| There is no other medicine as good umummmrm-‘cw“â€""&" idly>over the sdge of the tableâ€"{|ofa govesmment analyst that ‘they halted beside an, ashâ€"trayâ€"Closed absolutoly safe. ‘Thoy are sold upon something." ullllr?uuwfllb“ Miss Cornelia rose. on receipt of price, 25 tents por box, â€"~|-‘:guâ€".mra.-u.umnr.m.xmm sorro & Mvflna:ht. A * little. booklet, Dale nodded. "Yes." she could not | "Cgre ‘of Baby in Health and ’mhoudwmhun.::suuu."vfluutmmny length. mother on request. ‘Then Miss Cornelia made one of the most magnificent gestures of her life. " "Wel, even if it isâ€"what has that got to do with it?" she said, turning upon Anderson, fiercely, all her proâ€" tective instinct for those whom she loved aroused. Andehson seemed -o-o&\u- query. Wheon he went on, it was with less harshness in his mannor. said, more gently. "But behind every crime there is a motive. When we‘ve found the motive for this: crime, we‘ll have found the criminal, Unobserved, Dale‘s hand instincâ€" tively went to her bosom. There it ‘ayâ€"the motiveâ€"the precious fragâ€" ment of blueâ€"print which she, had torn from Fleming‘s grasp but an instant before he was shot down. Once Anderson found it in her posâ€" sessionâ€"the case was closedâ€"the evidence against hor overwhelming. She could not destroy itâ€"It was the omly clew to the Hidden Room and the truth that might clear Jack Bailey. But, somehow, she must hide itâ€"get it out of her handsâ€"before Anderson‘s third â€"degree mothods broke her down or he insisted on a search of her person. Her eyes roved wildly about the room, looking for a hidingâ€"place. : The rain of Anderson‘s questions began anew. , ‘"What papers did Fleming burn in that grate?" he asked abruptly, turning back to Dale. "Papers!" she faltered. C "Papers!" she faltered. o "Papers! The ashes are still there." Miss Cornelia made an unavail ing interruption. f ® "Miss Ogden has said he didn‘t come into this room."_ ‘The detectivé smiled. "I hold in my hand proof that he he said, coldly, displaying the halfâ€" burnt cigarette he had taken from the ashâ€"tray a moment before. "His cigaretteâ€"with his monoâ€" gram on it." He put the fragment of tobacco and paper carefully away in an envelope and marched over to the fireâ€"place. There he rummaged among the ashes for a moment, like a dog uncovering a bone. He re turned to theâ€"center of the room with a fragment of blackened blue papera fluttering between his finâ€" "A fragment of what is technically known as a blueâ€"print,". he anâ€" nounced. "What were you and Richâ€" ard Fleming doing with a blue print?" His eyes bored into Dale‘s. Dale hesitatedâ€"shut her lips. "Now think it over!" he warned. L“'l'ha truth will come out, sooner or later! Better be frank now!" "If he only knew how I wanted to be â€" he wouldn‘t . be so cruel," thought Dale wearily. "But I can‘tâ€" I can‘t!" Thenâ€" her heart gave a throb of relief. Jack had come back into the roomâ€"Jack and Billyâ€"Jack would protect her! But even as she thought of this, her heart sank again. protect her, indeed!â€" Poor Jack! He would find it hard enough tu protect himself, if once this terâ€" rible man with the cold smile and steely eyes.startéd questioning him. Bailey made his report, breathâ€" leasly. "Nothing in the house; sir." Billy‘s impassive lips wQflr-od "We go all over houseâ€"nobody!" . Nobodyâ€"nobody in the house! And yetâ€"the mysterious ringing of the phoneâ€"the groans ‘Miss Corneâ€" Ihl‘dl.rd!w.u_ol‘vn.’hlu and witches‘ fables true, after all? Did a powerâ€"mercilessâ€"evilâ€"oxist, outside the barriers of the fleskâ€" biasting that trembling flesh with a ‘eoumm-m-umpru of the grave? There seemed to be no other explanation. Â¥% 7 2+ his thirdâ€"degreeing of Dale. "Now what about this blueâ€"print?" "You men stay here!" said the deâ€" tective. "I want to ask you some questions." He doggedly returned to he Dale stifened in her chair. Her les had failed. Now she would tell portion of the truthâ€"as much of it â€"as she could without menacing The detective pounced eagerly upâ€" on her admission. "Why did you want blueâ€"prints?" "I‘ll tell you just what happened," she began. "I sent for Richard Fiemâ€" ingâ€"and when he came, I asked him if h6 knew where there woere any biueâ€"prints of the house." he "Because," Dale took a long breath, "I believre old Mr.â€" Fleming took the money himself from . the Union Bank and hid it here." "Where did you get that idea?" Dale jaw set. "I won‘t tell you." She could think of no plausible explanation but the true one. "Because I‘d heard there was a Hidden Room in this house." with 4t?" ‘The detective leaned forward inâ€" tently. prints ?"* . "Then you didn‘t locate, this Hid den Room?" ‘Dale‘s lips formed a pale "No". "Did â€"he?" went on Anderson, inâ€" exorably. Dale‘s nerve was crumbling â€" breaking â€" under the repeated, monotonous impact of his questions. "He burned them!" she cried wildly, "I don‘t know why!" The detective paused an instant, then returned to a previous query. â€" Dale stared at him., dnllyâ€"tlul breakingâ€"point had come. Another questionâ€"anotherâ€"and she would no longer be able to control herself. She would sob out the truth h callyâ€"that Brooks, the gardener, was Jack Bailey, the missing cashior â€"that the scrap 6f blueâ€"print hidâ€" den in the bosom of her dress might \unnul the secret of the Hidden Roomâ€"thatâ€" But just as she felt herself, suckâ€" ed of strength, beginning to slide toâ€" ward a black, tingling pit of merciâ€" tul oblivion, Miss Cornelia provided a diversion. ~ The detective turned away from his quarry for an instant. â€" "I heard something," averred Miss "What‘s what?" is Cornelia, staring toward the French windows. & 2 All eyes followed the direction of her stare. There was an instant of silence. iss ‘Then, suddenly, traveling swiftly from right to left, across the shades f the French windows, there apâ€" peared a glowing circle of brilliant #hite light. Insjde the circle was a tilack, distorted shadowâ€"a shadow like the shadow of a gigantic black Bat! It was th6éreâ€"then a second later, it was gone! "Did you locate that room?" Dale hesitated. 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