"She's told part of the truth, but not all." He hammered at Dale again.

"You and Fleming located that room by means of a blue-print of the house.

He started--not to go out--but, probably, to go up that staircase.

And he had in his hand the rest of this!" Again he displayed the blank corner of blue paper.
Dale knew herself cornered at last.

The detective's deductions were too shrewd; do what she would, she could keep him away from the truth no longer.
"He was going to take the money and go away with it!" she said rather pitifully, feeling a certain relief of despair steal over her, now that she no longer needed to go on lying--lying--involving herself in an inextricable web of falsehood.
"Dale!" gasped Miss Cornelia, alarmed.