The detective gave her a single, sharp glance as she made her exit.

He seemed to think over the factors Miss Cornelia had mentioned.
"Well," he said, after a slight pause, "you can have a good night's sleep tonight.

I'll stay right here in the dark and watch." "Would you like some coffee to keep you awake ?" Anderson nodded.

"Thank you." His voice sank lower.

"Do the servants know who I am ?" "Only Lizzie, my maid." His eyes fixed hers.