"What do you mean to do with it then ?" she said.
Fleming turned the blue-print over in his hand.
"I don't know," he said.

"What is it you want me to do ?" But by now Dale's vague distrust in him had grown very definite.
"Aren't you going to give it to me ?" He put her off.

"I'll have to think about that." He looked at the blue-print again.

"So the missing cashier is in this house posing as a gardener ?" he said with a sneer in his tones.
Dale's temper was rising.
"If you won't give it to me--there's a detective in this house," she said, with a stamp of her foot.

She made a movement as if to call Anderson--then, remembering Jack, turned back to Fleming.
"Give it to the detective and let him search," she pleaded.
"A detective ?" said Fleming startled.