by Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood

“ Bailey flushed, then remembered himself, and left the room submissively, with the air of a well-trained servant accepting an unmerited rebuke. The detective turned at once to Miss Cornelia.
"Now I want a few words with you!" he said in a surly voice. The failure of his search of the terrace and grounds seemed to irk him greatly.
"Which means that you mean to do all the talking!" said Miss Cornelia acidly.
"Very well! But first I want to show you something. Will you come here, please, Mr. Anderson?" ”

“ Dale whispered, warning from her post by the door.
Bailey quickly went to the fireplace and resumed his pretended labors with the fire. Miss Cornelia moved away from the Doctor's bag and spoke for the benefit of whoever might be coming.
"We all need sleep," she began, as if ending a conversation with Dale, "and I think——"
The door opened, admitting Billy.
"Doctor just go upstairs," he said, and went out again leaving the door open.
A flash passed across Miss Cornelia's face. She stepped to the door. She called.
"Doctor! Oh, Doctor!"
"Yes?" answered the Doctor's voice from the main staircase. ”

“ I may think you are a fool for taking the risk, but I can see what that idiot of a detective might 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 presumably know where it is."
The knowledge that he had an ally in this brisk and indomitable spinster lady cheered him greatly. But she did not wait for any comment from him. She turned abruptly to Dale.
"Now I want to ask you something," she said more gravely. "Was there a blue-print, and did you get it from Richard Fleming?" ”

“ Then the thing to do, if we can get that paper from the Doctor, is to locate the room at once."
Jack Bailey did not recognize the direction where her thoughts were tending. It seemed terrible to him that anyone should devote a thought 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 said, sensibly. "Someone was in this house on the same errand as Richard Fleming. ”

“ They waited for her 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 probity at least in the intelligence of all persons, male or female, under the age of sixty-five. ”