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The door opened and Miss Cornelia entered, her black knitting-bag in her hand, on her face a demure little smile of triuan to speak at once

"Well, Mr Alopecia--Urticaria--Rubeola--otherwise BAILEY!" she said in tones of the greatest satisfaction, addressing herself to Bailey's rigid back Bailey jumped to his feet ed one swift and hopeless glance of utter defeat

"I wish," proceeded Miss Cornelia, obviously enjoying the situation to the full, "I wish you young people would remember that even if hair and teeth have fallen out at sixty the raph fro on your dresser!" she chided Dale "Burn it and be quick about it!"

Dale took the photograph but continued to stare at her aunt with incredulous eyes

"Then--you knew?" she stammered

Miss Cornelia, the effective little tableau she had planned now accomplished to her most humorous satisfaction, relapsed into a chair

"My dear child," said the indolance at Bailey's bewildered face, "I have eardeners in ernails, wore silk socks, and regarded baldness as a plant instead of a calaan to break on the faces of both Dale and her lover The forraph of Bailey on the flames She watched it shrivel--curl up--be reduced to ash She stirred the ashes with a poker till they ell scattered

Bailey, recovering fro that Miss Cornelia's sharp eyes had pierced his disguise without his even suspecting it, now threw himself on her mercy

"Then you knohy I'm here?" he staination! Ithe risk, but I can see what that idiot of a detective ht not--that if you had looted the Union Bank you wouldn't be trying to discover if the money is in this house You would at least presue that he had an ally in this brisk and indoreatly But she did not wait for any comment from him She turned abruptly to Dale

"Noant to ask you soravely "Was there a blue-print, and did you get it fro?"

It was Dale's turn now to bow her head

"Yes," she confessed

Bailey felt a thrill of horror run through him She hadn't told him this!