“From you to Jack Bailey—showing that you had recently become engaged to him.”
Dale decided to make a clean breast of it, or as clean a one as she dared.
“Very well,” she said in an even voice, “that’s true.”
“Why didn’t you say so before?” There was menace beneath his suavity.
She thought swiftly. Apparent frankness seemed to be the only resource left her. She gave him a candid smile.
“It’s been a secret. I haven’t even told my aunt yet.” Now she let indignation color her tones. “How can the police be so stupid as to accuse Jack Bailey, a young man and about to be married? Do you think he would wreck his future like that?”
“Some people wouldn’t call it wrecking a future to lay away a million dollars,” said Anderson ominously. He came closer to Dale, fixing her with his eyes. “Do you know where Bailey is now?” He spoke slowly and menacingly.
She did not flinch.
“No.”
The detective paused.