His hands clenched at his sides, but except for that tiny betrayal of emotion, he still kept his servant's pose.
"You sent for me ?" he queried of Miss Cornelia submissively, ignoring the glowering Beresford.
But Beresford would be ignored no longer.

He came between them before Miss Cornelia had time to answer.
"How long has this man been in your employ ?" he asked brusquely, manner tense.
Miss Cornelia made one final attempt at evasion.

"Why should that interest you ?" she parried, answering his question with an icy question of her own.
It was too late.

Already Bailey had read the truth in Beresford's eyes.
"I came this evening," he admitted, still hoping against hope that his cringing posture of the servitor might give Beresford pause for the moment.
But the promptness of his answer only crystallized Beresford's suspicions.
"Exactly," he said with terse finality.

He turned to the detective.
"I've been trying to recall this man's face ever since I came in tonight--" he said with grim triumph.