He looked at Miss Cornelia for instructions.
"Take that tray out to the dining-room," she said mechanically.

But Anderson's attention had already been drawn to the tiny incident.
"Wait--I'll look at that tray," he said briskly.

Dale, her heart in her mouth, watched him examine the knives, the plates, even shake out the napkin to see that nothing was hidden in its folds.

At last he seemed satisfied.
"All right--take it away," he commanded.

Billy nodded and vanished toward the dining-room with tray and roll.