"0ne of two. things will happen now," she exclaimed, with acrid, logic."Either the Doctor's an honest man - in which case, as coroner, hewill arm that paper to the detective - " Dale gasped. "0r he is notan honest man," went on Miss Cornelia, "and he will keep it forhimself. I don't think he's an honest man."

The frank expression of her distrust seemed to calm her a little.She resumed her interrogation of Dale more gently.

"Now, let's be clear about this. Had Richard Fleming ascertainedthat there was a concealed room in this home?"

"He was starting up to it!" exclaimed Dale in the voice of a ghost,remembering.

"Just what did you tell him?"

"That I believed there was a Hidden Room in the home - and that themoney from the Union Bank might be in it."

Again, for the millionth time, indeed it seemed to her, she reviewedthe circumstances of the crime.

"Could anyone have overheard?" asked Miss Cornelia?"

The question had rung in Dale's ears ever since she had come to hersenses after the firing of the shot and seen Fleming's body starkon the floor of the alcove.

"I don't know," she said. "We sometimes were fairly cautious."

"You don't know where this room is?"

"No, I never saw the print. Upstairs somewhere, for he - "