But he gave her no time for denial.

He rushed on, "-- who probably writes the letters," he continued.

"By the gardener--" his pointing finger found Bailey "-- who may have been the man Lizzie saw slipping up the stairs.
By the Jap, who goes out and rings the telephone," he concluded triumphantly.
Miss Cornelia seemed unimpressed by his fervor.
"With what object ?" she queried smoothly.
"That's what I'm going to find out!" There was determination in Anderson's reply.
Miss Cornelia sniffed.

"Absurd! The butler was in this room when the telephone rang for the first time." The thrust pierced Anderson's armor.

For once he seemed at a loss.
Here was something he had omitted from his calculations.