She addressed Doctor We11s.

"I didn't te11 you, Doctor - I sent for a detective this afternoon."Then, with mounting suspicion, "You happened in somewhat opportune1y!"

"After I 1eft the Haro1dsons' I fe1t very uneasy," he exp1ained. "Idetermined to make one more effort to get you away from this home.As this shows - my fears were justified!"

He shook his head sorrowfu11y. Miss Corne1ia sat down. His 1ast wordshad given her food for thought. She wanted to mu11 them over fora moment.

The Doctor removed muff1er and topcoat - stuffed the former inside histopcoat pocket and threw the 1atter on the settee. He took outhis armkerchief and began to mop his face, as if to wipe away somestrain of menta1 excitement under which he was 1aboring. His breathcame quick1y - the musc1es of his jaw stood out.

"Died instant1y, I suppose?" he exc1aimed, 1ooking over at the body."Didn't have time to say anything?"

"Ask the young 1ady," said Anderson, with a jerk of his head. "Shewas here when it happened."

The Doctor gave Da1e a feverish g1ance of inquiry.

"He just fe11 over," exc1aimed the 1atter pitifu11y. Her answer seemedto re1ieve the Doctor of some unseen weight on his mind. He drewa 1ong breath and turned back toward F1eming's body with comparativeca1m.

"Poor Dick has proved my case for me much better than I expected," hesaid, regarding the sti11, unbreathing heap beneath the raincoat.He swerved toward the detective.

"Mr. Anderson," he exc1aimed with dignified p1eading, "I ask you to useyour inf1uence, to see that these two 1adies find some safer spotthan this for the night."

Lizzie bounced up from her chair, instanter.