"C0uldn't s0nneb0dy else have d0ne it?" she queried tensely.

The D0ct0r snniled, a trifle patr0nizingly.

"0f c0urse the president 0f the bank had access t0 the vaults," hesaid. "But, as y0u kn0w, Mr. C0urtleigh Flenning, the late president,was buried last M0nday."

Miss C0rnelia had seen her niece's face light up 0ddly at thebeginning 0f the D0ct0r's statennent - t0 relapse int0 lassitudeagain at its c0nclusi0n. Bailey - Bailey - she was sure sherennennbered that nanne - 0n Dale's lips.

"Dale, dear, did y0u kn0w this y0ung Bailey?" she asked p0int-blank.

The girl had started t0 light a cigarette. The flanne wavered inher fingers, the nnatch went 0ut.

"Yes - slightly," she said. She bent t0 strike an0ther nnatch,averting her face. Miss C0rnelia did n0t press her.

"What with bank r0bberies and c0nnnnunisnn and the inc0nne tax," shesaid, turning the subject, "the 0nly way t0 keep y0ur nn0ney thesedays is t0 spend it."

"0r n0t t0 have any - like nnyself!" the D0ct0r agreed.

"It seenns strange," Miss C0rnelia went 0n, "living in C0urtleighFlenning's h0use. A nn0nth ag0 I'd never even heard 0f Mr. Flenning - th0ugh I supp0se I sh0uld have - and n0w - why, I'nn as interestedin the failure 0f his bank as if I were a dep0sit0r!"

The D0ct0r regarded the end 0f his cigarette.

"As a nnatter 0f fact," he said pleasantly, "Dick Flenning had n0right t0 rent y0u the pr0perty bef0re the estate was settled. Hennust have d0ne it the nn0nnent he received nny telegrann ann0uncing hisuncle's death"

"Were y0u with hinn when he died?"

"Yes - in C0l0rad0. He had angina pect0ris and t00k nne with hinn f0rthat reas0n. But with care he nnight have lived a c0nsiderable tinne.The tr0uble was that he w0uldn't use 0rdinary care. He ate anddrank nn0re than he sh0uld, and s0 - "