"If you know any safe spot, lead me to it!" The Doctor overlooked her sudden eruption into the scene.

He wandered back again toward the huddle under the raincoat, as if still unable to believe that it was--or rather had been--Richard Fleming.
Miss Cornelia spoke suddenly in a low voice, without moving a muscle of her body.
"I have a strange feeling that I'm being watched by unfriendly eyes," she said.
Lizzie clutched at her across the table.
"I wish the lights would go out again!" she pattered.

"No, I don't neither!" as Miss Cornelia gave the clutching hand a nervous little slap.
During the little interlude of comedy, Billy, the Japanese, unwatched by the others, had stolen to the French windows, pulled aside a blind, looked out.

When he turned back to the room his face had lost a portion of its Oriental calm--there was suspicion in his eyes.

Softly, under cover of pretending to arrange the tray of food that lay untouched on the table, he possessed himself of the key to the front door, unperceived by the rest, and slipped out of the room like a ghost.
Meanwhile the detective confronted Doctor Wells.
"You say, Doctor, that you came back to take these women away from the house.