The detective took up a candle to light their path.

Then he turned to the others for a moment.
"Better get the young lady to bed," he said with a gruff kindliness of manner.

"I think that I can promise you a quiet night from now on." "I'm glad you think so, Mr.Anderson!" Miss Cornelia insisted on the last word.

The detective ignored the satiric twist of her speech, motioned the Doctor out ahead of him, and followed.

The faint glow of his candle flickered a moment and vanished toward the stairs.
It was Bailey who broke the silence.
"I can believe a good bit about Wells," he said, "but not that he stood on that staircase and killed Dick Fleming." Miss Cornelia roused from deep thought.
"Of course not," she said briskly.