But her eyes were bright with pardonable vanity at the success of her little piece of strategy.
"A thumb-print," muttered Anderson.

"Whose is it ?" "Doctor Wells," said Miss Cornelia with what might have been a little crow of triumph in anyone not a Van Gorder.
Anderson looked thoughtful.

Then he felt in his pocket for a magnifying glass, failed to find it, muttered, and took the reading glass Miss Cornelia offered him.
"Try this," she said.

"My whole case hangs on my conviction that that print and the one out there on the stair rail are the same." He put down the paper and smiled at her ironically.

"Your case!" he said.