Still Beresford did not seem to be able to take in what had happened. He took another step toward the body.
“Do you mean to say that Dick Fleming—” he began. Anderson silenced him with an uplifted hand.
“What have you got there, Doctor?” he said in a still voice.
The Doctor, still on his knees beside the corpse, lifted his head.
“What do you mean?”
“You took something, just then, out of Fleming’s hand,” said the detective.
“I took nothing out of his hand,” said the Doctor firmly.
Anderson’s manner grew peremptory.
“I warn you not to obstruct the course of justice!” he said forcibly. “Give it here!”
The Doctor rose slowly, dusting off his knees. His eyes tried to meet Anderson’s and failed. He produced a torn corner of blue-print.