the key from the table.

Miss Cornelia issued instructions.

"See that the chain is on the door, Billy. Don't open it all the
way. And get the visitor's name before you let him in."

She lowered her voice.

"If he says he is Mr. Anderson, let him in and take him to the
library."

Billy nodded and disappeared. Dale turned to her aunt, the color
out of her cheeks.

"Anderson? Who is Mr.--"

Miss Cornelia did not answer. She thought for a moment. Then she
put her hand on Dale's shoulder in a gesture of protective affection.

"Dale, dear--you know how I love having you here--but it might be
better if you went back to the city."

"Tonight, darling?" Dale managed a wan smile. But Miss Cornelia
seemed serious.

"There's something behind all this disturbance--something I don't
understand. But I mean to."

She glanced about to see if the Doctor was returning. She lowered