In the second place, if Courtleigh Fleming did it and got as far as Colorado, he had it with him when he died, and the facts apparently don't bear that out.

In the third place, suppose he had hidden the money in or around this house.

Why did he rent it to you ?" "But he didn't," said Miss Cornelia obstinately, "I leased this house from his nephew, his heir." The detective smiled tolerantly.
"Well, I wouldn't struggle like that for a theory," he said, the professional note coming back to his voice.

"The cashier's missing--that's the answer." Miss Cornelia resented his offhand demolition of the mental card-castle she had erected with such pride.
"I have read a great deal on the detection of crime," she said hotly, "and--" "Well, we all have our little hobbies," he said tolerantly.

"A good many people rather fancy themselves as detectives and run around looking for clues under the impression that a clue is a big and vital factor that sticks up like--well, like a sore thumb.