She put a hand on Dale's shoulder to reassure her.

But Dale was quite composed now--she had gone through so many shocks already that one more or less seemed to make very little difference to her overwearied nerves.

She turned to Anderson calmly.
"He doesn't know anything about--this," she said, indicating Beresford.
"He brought Mr.Fleming here in his car--that's all." Anderson looked to Beresford for confirmation.
"Is that true ?" "Yes," said Beresford.

He started to explain.

"I got tired of waiting and so I--" The detective broke in curtly.
"All right." He took a step toward the alcove.
"Now, Doctor." He nodded at the huddle beneath the raincoat.