She hadn't told him this! "Dale!" he said uncomprehendingly, "don't you see where this places you?
If you had it, why didn't you give it to Anderson when he asked for it ?" "Because," said Miss Cornelia uncompromisingly, "she had sense enough to see that Mr.Anderson considered that piece of paper the final link in the evidence against her!" "But she could have no motive!" stammered Bailey, distraught, still failing to grasp the significance of Dale's refusal.
"Couldn't she ?" queried Miss Cornelia pityingly.

"The detective thinks she could--to save you!" Now the full light of revelation broke upon Bailey.

He took a step back.
"Good God!" he said.
Miss Cornelia would have liked to comment tartly upon the singular lack of intelligence displayed by even the nicest young men in trying circumstances.

But there was no time.

They might be interrupted at any moment and before they were, there were things she must find out.
"Where is that paper, now ?" she asked Dale sharply; "Why--the Doctor is getting it for me." Dale seemed puzzled by the intensity of her aunt's manner.
"What ?" almost shouted Miss Cornelia.