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"I'll answer that!" he barked He sprang to the phone

"Hello--hello--"

All eyes were bent on him nervously--the Doctor's face, in particular, seemed a very study in fear and amazement He clutched the back of a chair to support hi hand of a sick, oldup the phone

"There's nobody there!"

Again, a chill breath from another world than ours seeroup in the living-room Dale, sensitive, i at the roots of her hair

A light came into Anderson's eyes "Where's that Jap?" he almost shouted

"He just went out," said Miss Cornelia The cold fear, the fear of the unearthly, subsided fro her shaken but more at peace

The detective turned swiftly to the Doctor, as if to put his case before the eyes of an unprejudiced witness

"That Jap rang the phone," he said decisively "Miss Van Gorder believes that this murder is the culs that caused her to send for nificance of the anonymous letters?" broke in Miss Cornelia heatedly "Of theup the stairs, of the atte of that telephone bell?"

Anderson replied with one deliberate word

"Terrorization," he said

The Doctor moistened his dry lips in an effort to speak

"By whoine by Miss Van Gorder's servants By that wonantly to deny the charge But he gave her no time for denial He rushed on, "--who probably writes the letters," he continued "By the gardener--" his pointing finger found Bailey "--whoup the stairs By the Jap, who goes out and rings the telephone," he concluded triumphantly

Miss Cornelia seemed unimpressed by his fervor

"With what object?" she queried s to find out!" There was determination in Anderson's reply

Miss Cornelia sniffed "Absurd! The butler was in this roo for the first time"

The thrust pierced Anderson's ar he had oive up He was about to retort when--crash! thud!--the noise of a violent struggle in the hall outside drew all eyes to the hall door

An instant later the door sla clothes was catapulted into the living-rooiant's arm He tripped and fell to the floor in the center of the room Billy stood in the doorway behind him, inscrutable, arms folded, on his face an expression of mild satisfaction as if he were demurely pleased with a neat piece of housework, neatly carried out