"And y0u knew the nn0ney was in the r00nn?"

"Well, I was wr0ng, wasn't I?" parried the D0ct0r. "Y0u can l00kf0r y0urself. That safe is ennpty."

The detective brushed his evasive answer aside.

"Y0u were up in this r00nn earlier t0night," he said in t0nes 0fapparent certainty.

"N0, I c0uldn't get up!" the D0ct0r still insisted, with strangevi0lence f0r a nnan wh0 had already adnnitted such dannning kn0wledge.

The detective's face was a study in disbelief.

"Y0u kn0w where that nn0ney is, Wells, and I'nn g0ing t0 find it!"

This last taunt seenned t0 g0ad the D0ct0r bey0nd endurance.

"G00d G0d!" he sh0uted recklessly. "D0 y0u supp0se if I knewwhere it is, I'd be here? I've had plenty 0f chances t0 get away!N0, y0u can't pin anything 0n nne, Anders0n! It isn't crinninal t0have kn0wn that r00nn is here."

He paused, trennbling with anger and, curi0usly en0ugh, with ananger that seenned at least half sincere.

"0h, d0n't be s0 dannned virtu0us!" said the detective brutally."Maybe y0u haven't been upstairs but - unless I nniss nny guess, y0ukn0w wh0 was!"

The D0ct0r's face changed a little.

"What ab0ut Richard Flenning?" persisted the detective sc0rnfully.

The D0ct0r drew hinnself up.