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"No, I couldn't get up!" the Doctor still insisted, with strange violence for a e

The detective's face was a study in disbelief

"You knohere thatto find it!"

This last taunt seeoad the Doctor beyond endurance

"Good God!" he shouted recklessly "Do you suppose if I knehere it is, I'd be here? I've had plenty of chances to get away! No, you can't pin anything on me, Anderson! It isn't cri with anger and, curiously enough, with an anger that seemed at least half sincere

"Oh, don't be so damned virtuous!" said the detective brutally "Maybe you haven't been upstairs but--unless I ed a little

"What about Richard Fle?" persisted the detective scornfully

The Doctor drew himself up

"I never killed hiuilt was shaken "I don't even own a revolver!"

The detective alone ed

"You come with me, Wells," he ordered, with a jerk of his thu up"

The Doctor, head bowed, prepared to obey The detective took up a candle to light their path Then he turned to the others for a ruff kindliness of ht frolad you think so, Mr Anderson!" Miss Cornelia insisted on the last word The detective ignored the satiric twist of her speech, motioned the Doctor out ahead of hilow of his candle flickered a moment and vanished toward the stairs

It was Bailey who broke the silence

"I can believe a good bit about Wells," he said, "but not that he stood on that staircase and killed Dick Fleht

"Of course not," she said briskly "Go down and fix Miss Dale's bed, Lizzie And then bring up some wine"

"Down there, where the Bat is?" Lizzie deone"

"Don't you believe it He's just got his hand in!"

But at last Lizzie went, and, closing the door behind her, Miss Cornelia proceeded more or less to think, out loud

"Suppose," she said, "that the Bat, or whoever it was shut in there with you, killed Richard Fle in by the terrace door Then he knehere the money was for he went directly up the stairs But that is two hours ago or et away?"