“How about you, Beresford?”
Beresford hesitated.
“Yes,” he admitted finally. “Always carry one at night in the country.” The statement seemed reasonable enough but Miss Cornelia gave him a sharp glance of mistrust, nevertheless.
The detective seemed to have more confidence in the young idler.
“Beresford, will you go with this Jap to the kitchen?” as Billy, grimly clutching his butcher knife, retraced his steps toward the hall. “If anyone’s working at the knob—shoot through the door. I’m going round to take a look outside.”
Beresford started to obey. Then he paused.
“I advise you not to turn the doorknob yourself, then,” he said flippantly.
The detective nodded. “Much obliged,” he said, with a grin. He ran lightly into the alcove and tiptoed out of the terrace door, closing the door behind him. Beresford and Billy departed to take up their posts in the kitchen. “I’ll go with you, if you don’t mind—” and Jack Bailey had followed them, leaving Miss Cornelia and Dale alone with the Doctor. Miss Cornelia, glad of the opportunity to get the Doctor’s theories on the mystery without Anderson’s interference, started to question him at once.
“Doctor.”
“Yes.” The Doctor turned, politely.