"You can't for a moment believe 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 tighter around the unhappy girl.

Dale gratefully 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 something!" he said with deadly intentness.

"The nephew of the president of the Union Bank--shot in his own house the day the bank has failed--that's queer enough--" Now he turned back to Miss Cornelia.
"But when the only person present at his murder is the girl who's engaged to the guilty cashier," he continued, watching Miss Cornelia's face as the full force of his words sank into her mind, "I want to know more about it!" He stopped.