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.

"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."