I can stand it," said the detective with treacherous suavity.

But he favored her with a long and careful scrutiny before he moved to the table and picked up the note that had been thrown through the window.

Quietly he extended it beneath Lizzie's nose.
"Ever see this before ?" he said crisply, watching her face.
Lizzie read the note with bulging eyes, her face horror-stricken.

When she had finished, she made a gesture of wild disclaimer that nearly removed a portion of Anderson's left ear.
"Mercy on us!" she moaned, mentally invoking not only her patron saint but all the rosary of heaven to protect herself and her mistress.
But the detective still kept his eye on her.
"Didn't write it yourself, did you ?" he queried curtly.
"I did not!" said Lizzie angrily.

"I did not!" "And--you're sure you don't walk in your sleep ?" The bare idea strained Lizzie's nerves to the breaking point.
"When I get into bed in this house I wouldn't put my feet out for a million dollars!" she said with heartfelt candor.