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"Noant the real story!" he began with calculated brutality "You lied before!"
"That's no tone to use! You'll only terrify her," cried Miss Cornelia indignantly The detective paid no attention, his face had hardened, he seemed every inch the remorseless sleuthhound of the law He turned on Miss Cornelia for a moment
"Where were you when this happened?" he said
"Upstairs in eringly, to Lizzie
"InMiss Cornelia's hair"
Anderson broke open the revolver and gave a swift glance at the bullet chambers
"One shot has been fired fro to her niece's defense
"I fired it arded her with grudging admiration
"You're a quick thinker," he said with obvious unbelief in his voice He put the revolver down on the table
Miss Cornelia followed up her advantage
"I deet the coroner here," she said
"Doctor Wells is the coroner," offered Lizzie eagerly Anderson brushed their suggestions aside
"I'ly to Dale
But Miss Cornelia stuck to her guns Dale was not going to be bullied into any sort of confession, true or false, if she could help it--and froirl's eyes returned with fascinated horror to the ghastly heap on the floor that had been Flee of violent hysteria
"Do youthat body first?" she asked crisply The detective eyed her for a raciously and, taking Fle's raincoat froraphed her aunt a silent ratitude
"Now--shall I telephone for the coroner?" persisted Miss Cornelia The detective obviously resented her interference with his methods but he could not well refuse such a custo over to the city telephone "What's his number?"
"He's not at his office; he's at the Johnsons'," murmured Dale
Miss Cornelia took the telephone froet the Johnsons', Mr Anderson," she said firmly The detective seemed about to rebuke her Then his manner recovered some of its former suavity He relinquished the telephone and turned back toward his prey
"Noas Fleentler voice
Should she tell him the truth? No--Jack Bailey's safety was too inextricably bound up with the whole sinister business She ain, while there was any chance of a lie's being believed