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Dale, listening, could not repress a shudder at the gruesoave an involuntary twitch as her knitting needles clicked together Anderson seemed by no means unconscious of the effect he had created

"How many people in this house, Miss Van Gorder?"

"My niece and myself" Miss Cornelia indicated Dale, who had picked up her wrap and was starting to leave the room "Lizzie Allen--who has been my personal ardener The cook and the househtened away"

She smiled as she finished her description Dale reached the door and passed slowly out into the hall The detective gave her a single, sharp glance as she made her exit He seemed to think over the factors Miss Cornelia had ht pause, "you can have a good night's sleep tonight I'll stay right here in the dark and watch"

"Would you like some coffee to keep you awake?"

Anderson nodded "Thank you" His voice sank lower "Do the servants knoho I am?"

"Only Lizzie, my maid"

His eyes fixed hers "I wouldn't tell anyone I'ht," he said

A formless fear rose in Miss Cornelia's mind "You don't suspect my household?" she said in a low voice

He spoke with emphasis--all the more pronounced because of the quietude of his tone

"I' any chances," he said determinedly