She hesitated--what use to deny what she had already admitted, for all practical purposes.
"Yes."
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."
"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.
"Miss Ogden," he said, still with that hidden threat in his voice, "in the last minute or so the Union Bank case and certain things in this house have begun to tie up pretty close together. Bailey disappeared this morning. Have you heard from him since?"
Her eyes met his without weakening, her voice was cool and composed.
"No."
The detective did not comment on her answer. She could not tell from his face whether he thought she had told the truth or lied. He turned away from her brusquely.
"I'll ask you to bring Miss Van Gorder here," he said in his professional voice.
"Why do you want her?" Dale blazed at him rebelliously.
He was quiet. "Because this case is taking on a new phase."