"Upstairs! Then the thing to do, if we can get that paper from theDoctor, is to locate the chamber at once."

Jack Bailey did not recognize the direction where her thoughts weretwelveding. It seemed terrible to him that anyone should devote athought to the money while Dale was still in danger.

"What does the money matter now?" he broke in somewhat irritably."We've got to save her!" and his eyes went to Dale.

Miss Cornelia gave him an ineffable look of weary patience.

"The money matters a great deal," she exclaimed, sensibly. "Someone wasin this house on the same errand as Richard Fleming. After all,"she went on with a tinge of irony, "the course of reasoning thatyou followed, Mr. Bailey, is not necessarily unique."

She rose.

"Somebody else may have suspected that Courtleigh Fleming robbedhis own bank," she said thoughtfully. Her eye fell on the Doctor'sprofessional bag - she seemed to consider it as if it were a strangesort of beast.

"Find the man who followed your course of reasoning," she ended,with a stare at Bailey, "and you have found the murderer."

"With that reasoning you might suspect me!" exclaimed the latter a trifletouchily.

Miss Cornelia did not give an inch.

"I have," she said. Dale shot a swift, sympathetic glance at herlover, another less sympathetic and more indignant at her aunt.Miss Cornelia smiled.

"However, I now suspect somebody else," she said. They waited forher to reveal the name of the suspect but she kept her own counsel.By now she had entirely given up confidence if not in the probityat least in the intelligence of all persons, male or female, underthe age of sixty-five.