He turned away from her brusquely.
"I'll ask you to bring Miss Van Gorder here," he said in his professional voice.
"Why do you want her ?" Dale blazed at him rebelliously.
He was quiet.

"Because this case is taking on a new phase." "You don't think I know anything about that money ?" she said, a little wildly, hoping that a display of sham anger might throw him off the trail he seemed to be following.
He seemed to accept her words, cynically, at their face value.
"No," he said, "but you know somebody who does." Dale hesitated, sought for a biting retort, found none.

It did not matter; any respite, no matter how momentary, from these probing questions, would be a relief.

She silently took one of the lighted candles and left the living-room to search for her aunt.
Left alone, the detective reflected for a moment, then picking up the one lighted candle that remained, commenced a systematic examination of the living-room.

His methods were thorough, but if, when he came to the end of his quest, he had made any new discoveries, the reticent composure of his face did not betray the fact.