“Somebody’s coming!” 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. His steps clattered down the stairs—he entered the room. Perhaps he read something in Miss Cornelia’s manner that demanded an explanation of his action. At any rate, he forestalled her, just as she was about to question him.
“I was about to look around above,” he said. “I don’t like to leave if there is the possibility of some assassin still hidden in the house.”
“That is very considerate of you. But we are well protected now. And besides, why should this person remain in the house? The murder is done, the police are here.”