“Why, it’s only a scrap of paper, nothing at all,” he said evasively.
Anderson looked at him meaningly.
“Scraps of paper are sometimes very important,” said with a side glance at Dale.
Beresford approached the two angrily.
“Look here!” he burst out, “I’ve got a right to know about this thing. I brought Fleming over here—and I want to know what happened to him!”
“You don’t have to be a mind reader to know that!” moaned Lizzie, overcome.
As usual, her comment went unanswered. Beresford persisted in his questions.
“Who killed him? That’s what I want to know!” he continued, nervously puffing his cigarette.
“Well, you’re not alone in that,” said Anderson in his grimly humorous vein.
The Doctor motioned nervously to them both.