She hesitated—what use to deny what she had already admitted, for all practical purposes.
“Yes.”
The city telephone rang again. The detective pounced upon it.
“Hello—yes—yes—this is Anderson—go ahead.” He paused, while the tiny voice in the receiver buzzed for some seconds. Then he interrupted it impatiently.
“You’re sure of that, are you? I see. All right. ‘By.”
He hung up the receiver and turned swiftly on Dale. “Did I understand you to say that you were not acquainted with the cashier of the Union Bank?” he said to her with a new note in his voice.
Dale stared ahead of her blankly. It had come! She did not reply.
Anderson went on ruthlessly.
“That was headquarters, Miss Ogden. They have found some letters in Bailey’s room which seem to indicate that you were not telling the entire truth just now.”
He paused, waiting for her answer. “What letters?” she said wearily.