He rose and took a turn about the room.

Then he came back to Dale.
"That's a pretty strong indictment to bring against a dead man," he said slowly, seriously.
"It's true!" Dale insisted stubbornly, giving him glance for glance.
Fleming nodded.

"All right." He smiled--a smile that Dale didn't like.
"Suppose it's true--where do I come in ?" he said.

"You don't think I know where the money is ?" "No," admitted Dale, "but I think you might help to find it." She went swiftly over to the hall door and listened tensely for an instant.

Then she came back to Fleming.
"If anybody comes in--you've just come to get something of yours," she said in a low voice.