He hasn't got either those securities or the money from them and you know it.

It's in this house and you know that, too!" "In this house ?" repeated the Doctor as if stalling for time.
"In this house! Tonight, when you claimed to be making a professional call, you were in this house--and I think you were on that staircase when Richard Fleming was killed!" "No, Anderson, I'll swear I was not!" The Doctor might be acting, but if he was, it was incomparable acting.

The terror in his voice seemed too real to be feigned.
But Anderson was remorseless.
"I'll tell you this," he continued.

"Miss Van Gorder very cleverly got a thumbprint of yours tonight.

Does that mean anything to you ?" His eyes bored into the Doctor--the eyes of a poker player bluffing on a hidden card.