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"I don't know," she said weakly, trying to avoid the detective's eyes

Anderson took thought

"Well, I'll ask that question another way," he said "How did he get into the house?"

Dale brightened--no need for a lie here

"He had a key"

"Key to what door?"

"That door over there" Dale indicated the terrace door of the alcove

The detective was about to ask another question--then he paused Miss Cornelia was talking on the phone

"Hello--is that Mr Johnson's residence? Is Doctor Wells there? No?" Her expression was puzzled "Oh--all right--thank you--good night--"

Meanwhile Anderson had been listening--but thinking as well Dale saw his sharp glance travel over to the fireplace--rest for aashes--return She shut her eyes for atensely to summon every ato at her with questions again "When did you take that revolver out of the table drawer?"

"When I heard him outside on the terrace," said Dale prohtened"

Lizzie tiptoed over to Miss Cornelia