Dale's finger tips brushed Bailey's hand gently in passing.
"Beresford," commanded the detective, "take Bailey to the library and see that he stays there." Beresford tapped his pocket with a significant gesture and motioned Bailey to the door.

Then they, too, left the room.

The door closed.
The Doctor and the detective were alone.
The detective spoke at once--and surprisingly.
"Doctor, I'll have that blue-print!" he said sternly, his eyes the color of steel.
The Doctor gave him a wary little glance.
"But I've just made the statement that I didn't find the blue-print," he affirmed flatly.
"I heard you!" Anderson's voice was very dry.

"Now this situation is between you and me, Doctor Wells." His forefinger sought the Doctor's chest.

"It has nothing to do with that poor fool of a cashier.