TT —— EEE SETI IIETITT Rh ) THE PATTON COURIER cA Novel from the Play By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART and AVERY HOPWGQOD “The Bat,” copyright, 1920, by Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood. WNU Service CHAPTER IX—Continued —14 . “Oh, no! 1 ean't stand it! I'll tell you everything!” she cried, frenziedly. “He got to the foot of the staircase— Richard Fleming, I mean,” she was facing the detective, now, “and he had the blue-print you've been talking about. I had told him Jack Bailey was here as the gardener and he said if I screamed he would tell that. 1 was desperate. 1 threatened him with the revolver but he took it from me Then when I tore the blue-print from him—he was shot—from the stairs—" “By Bailey!” interjected Beresford angrily. “I didn’t even know he was in the Bouse!” Bailey's answer wus as in- gtant as it was hot. Meanwhile the doctor had entered the room, hardly noticed, in the middle of Dale's con- fession, and now stood watching the Scene intently from a post by the door. “What did you do with the blue- print?” The detective's voice beat at Dale like a whip. “I put it first in the neck of my dress—" she faltered. “Then, when J found you were watching me, T hid it, somewhere else.” “Did you give it to Bailey?” “No—I hid it—and then I told where it was—to the doctor—" ‘Dale swayed on her feet. All turned surprisedly toward the doctor. Miss Cornelia rose from her chair, The doctor bore the hattery of eyes unflinchingly. “That’s rather inaccurate,” he said, with a tight little smile, “You told me where you had placed it, hut when I went to look for it, it was gone.” “Are you quite sure of that?” queried Miss Cornelia acridly, The doctor's voice gained strength. “Absolutely,” he said. He ignored the rest of the party, addressing himself directly to Anderson. “She said she had hidden It inside ene of the rolls that were on the tray on the table,” he continued, in tones of easy explanation, approaching the table as he did so, and tapping It with the hox of sleeping-powders he had brought for Miss Cornelia. “She was in such distress that 1 finally went to look for it. It wasn't there.” “Do you realize the significance of this paper?’ Anderson boomed, at once, “Nothing, beyond the fact that Miss Ogden was afraid it linked her with the crime.” The doctor's voice was very clear and firm. Anderson pondered an instant. Then— “I'd like to have a few minntes with the doctor alone,” berly. The group about him dissolved at once. Miss Cornelia, her arm around her niece's waist, led the latter gently to the door. As the two lovers passed each other a glance flashed between them—a glance, patheti ally brief, of longing and love. Dale's finger-tips brushed Bailey's hand, gently, in passing, “Beresford,” commanded the detec. tive, “take Bailey to the library and gee that he stays there.” Beresford tapped his pocket with A significant gesture and Bailey to the door, Than 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 1” he said sternly, his eves the color of steel. The doctor gave him a wary little glance, “But I've just made the sratement that I didn't find the blue-print,” he reaffirmed flatly. “I heard you!” Anderson's voice was very dry. “Now this situation is between you and me, Doctor Wells.” His forefinger sought tle doctor's chest. “It has nothing to do with that poor fool of a cashier. He hasn't got either those securities or the money from them, and you know it. It’s in this house, and vou know that, too! 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! “Na, Anderson, I'll swear I wes not!” The doctor might he acting, but if he was, It was incomparable acting. The terror in his voice seemed too real to he feigned. he said, som- motioned cannily. “You haven't been trying to frighten these women out of here with anonymous letters so you .could get in? “No. Certainly not.” But again the doctor's air had that odd mixture of truth and falsehood in it. The detective paused for an instant, “Let me see your key-ring!” he ordered. The doctor passed it over silently. The detective glanced at the keys—then, suddenly, his revolver glittered in his other hand. The doctor watched him, anxiously, A puff of wind rattled the panes of the French windows. The storm, qui- eted for a while, was gathering its strength for a fresh unleashing of its dogs of thunder, The detective stepped to the terrace door, opened it, and then quietly pro- ceeded to try the doctor's keys in the lock. Thus located he was out of visual range, and Wells took advan- tage of it at once. He moved swiftly toward the fireplace, extracting the missing piece of blue-print from an inside pocket as he did so. The se- cret the blueprint guarded was al- ready graven on his mind in indelible characters—now he would destroy all evidence that it had ever heen in his possession end bluff through the rest of the situation as best he might. He threw the paper toward the flames with a nervous gesture of re- lief. But for once his cunning failed —the throw was too hurried to he sure and the light scrap of paper wavered and settled to the floor just outside the fireplace. The doctor swore noiselessly and stooped to pick the terrace. It halted the doctor on his way upstairs, drew Beresford on a run into the living room, and even reached the bedrooms of the women up above. “My God! ford panted. The doctor indicated the door. It was too late now. Already he could hear Miss Cornelia’s voice above; fit was only a question of a short time until Anderson in the billiard room revived and would try to make his plight known. And in the brief mo- ment of that resume of his position, the knocking came again. But feebler, as though the suppliant outside had exhausted his strength. As Beresford drew his revolver and moved to the door, Miss Cornelia came in, followed by Lizzie. “It's the Bat,” Lizzie mournfully. “Good-by, What't that?’ Beres- announced Miss Neily. it up and make sure of its destruction. But he was not quick enough, Through the window the detective had seen the incident, and the next doctor heard his voice bark behind him. He turned, and stared at the leveled muzzle of Anderson's revolver, “Hands up and stand back!” he commanded. As he did so Anderson picked up the paper, and a sardonic smile crossed his face as his eyes took in the significance of the print. He laid his revolver down on the table where he could snatch it up again at a moment's notice, “Behind a fireplace, eh?’ he mut- tered. “What fireplace? In what room?” “I won't tell you!” The doctor's voice was sullen, He inched, gingerly, cautiously, toward the other side ot the table. “All right—I'll find The detective's eyes turned swiftly back to the blue-print. For a moment, us he bent over the paper again, he was off guard. The doctor seized the moment with a savage promptitude and sprang. "here followed a silent, furious strug- gle between the two. Under normal circumstances, Anderson would have been the stronger and quicker, but the doctor fought with an added strength of despair and bis injtial leap had pinioned the detective’'s arms behind him. Now the detective shook one baud free and snatched at the re- volver—in vain, for the doctor, with a groan of desperation, struck at his band as its fingers were about to close on the sinooth butt and the revoiver skidded 1rom the tdble to the Hoor. With a sudden terrible movement he pinioned both the detective's arms be- hind him agaiu avd reached for the telephone. Its heavy base descended on the back of the detectives head with stunning force—and the next mo- went the baitle was ended and the doctor, panting with exhaustion, hetd the limp form of an unconscious man in his arms. He lowered the detective to the floor and bent swiftly over Anderson, lis tening wo his heart. Good—the man still breathed—he had enough on his conscience without adding. the mur- der of a deteciive to the black weight. Now he pocketed the revolver and the blue-print—gugged Anderson rapidly with a knotted handkerchief and pro- ceeded to wrap his own mufiler around the detective's head as an additional silencer. Anderson gave a faint sigh. The doctor thought rapidly. Soon or late the detective would return to colisciousuess—with his hands free easily tear out the gag. He looked wildly about the room for a rope—a curtain—ah, he had it—the detective’s own handcuffs! He snapped the culfs on Anderson's wrists, then realized that, in his hurry, he had bound the detective’s hands in front it, you know.” cord But Anderson was remorseless. “I'll tell you this” he continued. “Miss Van Gorder very cleverly got | not need much time to carry out his a thumb-print of yours tonight, Does | plans. He dragged the limp body, its that mean anything to you?” { head lolling, into the billiard room His eyes bored into the doctor—the | eyes of a poker-player, bluffing on a hidden card. But the doctor did not flinch. “Nothing,” he said, firmly not been upstairs in this house in three months.” "he accent of truth in his fe2med so Anderson's shrewd brain was puzzled by it. ut he persisted in his at- tempt to wring a (snfession from this last suspect, “Before Courtleigh Fleming dled— did he tell you anything ahont a hid- fen room in this house?” he queried “T have of bim instead of behind him. Well door of the billiard room. voice | the outside and pocketed the key unmistekable that even | Then he crossed cautiously into the alcove strained with excitement and hope. pened one of the most dramatic events of the night. desperate hammering on the door of —it would do, for the moment—he did where he deposited it on the floor in the coruer furthest from the door. So far, so good—now to lock the Fortunate- ly, the key was there, on the inside of He quickly transferred it, door frown the door. looked the billiard room sturted to pad up the face white and alcove and stairs, bis And it was then that there hap- It was preceded by a moment the Rouse Yourself, Man!” He Said. Good-by, everybody. I saw his hand, all covered with blood. He's had a goad night for sure!” But they ignored her. ford flung open the door. Just what they had expected, what figure of horror or of fear they waited for, no one can say. But there was no horror and no fear; only unutter- able amazement as an unknown man, in torn and muddied garments, with #4 streak of dried blood seaming his forehead like a scar, fell through the open doorway into Beresford’s arms. “Good God!” muttered Beresford, dropping his revolver to catch the strange burden. For a moment the Unknown lay in his arms like a corpse. Then he straightened dizzily, stag- gered into the room, took a few steps toward the table and fell prostrate upon his face, at the end of his strength. “Doctor!” gasped Miss Cornelia, dazedly—and the doctor, whatever guilt lay on his conscience, responded at once to the call of his profession. He bent over the Unknown Man— the physician once more—and made a brief examination. “He's fainted!” he said, “Struck on the head, too.” “But who is he?” faltered Miss Cor- nelia. “1 never saw him before,” said the And Beres- rising. doctor. It was obvious that he spoke the truth. “Does anyone recognize him?” All crowded about the Unknown, trying to read the riddle of his iden- tity. Miss Cornelia rapidly revised her first impressions of the stranger. When he had first fallen through the doorway into Beresford’s arms, she had not known what to think. Now, in the brighter light of the living room she saw that the still face, beneath its mask of dirt and dried blood, was strong and fairly youthful—if the man were a criminal, he belonged, like the Bat, to the upper fringes of the world of crime. She noted mechanically that his hands and feet had been tied —ends of frayed rope still dangled from his wrists and ankles. And that terrible injury on his head—she shud- dered and closed her eyes. “Does anyone recognize him?’ re- peated the doctor, but one by one the their heads. Crook, casual tramp, or honest laborer unex- pectedly caught in the sinister toils of the Cedarcrest affair—his identity seemed #4 mystery to one and all. The Unknown stirred feebly—made an effort to sit up. Beresford and the doctor caught him under the arms and heiped him to his feet. He stood there swaying, a blank expression on his face. “A chair!” said the doctor, quickly. “Ah—" He helped the strange figure to sit down and bent over him again, “You're all right now, my friend,” he said in his best tones of profes- sional cheeriness. “Dizzy a bit, aren't you?” The Unknown rubbed his wrists where his bonds had cut them. He made an eliort to speak. “Water!” he said in a others shook low voice. “Get any—that'd be better.” Beresford had been looking ahout for the detective, puzzled not to find him, as usual, in charge of affairs. Now, “Where's Anderson? This is a police matter!” he said, making a movement as if to go in search of him, The doctor stopped him quickly. “He was here a minute ago—he'll be back presently,” he said, praying to whatever gods he served that An- derson, bound and gagged in the bil- liard room, had not yet returned to consciousness. Unobserved by all except Miss Cor- nelia, the mention of the detective's name had caused a strange reaction in the Unknown. His eyes had opened —he had started—the haze in his mind had seemed to clear away for a moment. Then, for some reason, his shoulders had slumped again and the look of apathy come back to his face. But, stunned or not, it seemed possible that he was not quite as dazed as he appeared. The doctor gave the slumped shoul- ders a little shake. “Rouse yourself, man!” he said. “What has happened to you?’ “I'm dazed!” said the Unknown, thickly and slowly. “I can't remem- ber.” He passed a hand weakly over his forehead. “What a night!” sighed Miss Cor- nelia, sinking into a chair. “Richard Fleming murdered in this house—and now—this !” The Unknown shot her a stealthy glance from beneath lowered eyelids. But when she looked at him, his face was blank again. “Why doesn’t somebody ask his name?” queried Dale. The doctor took Dale's suggestion. “Whats’ your name?” Silence from the Unknown—and that blank stare of stupefaction. “Look at his papers.” It was Miss Cornelia’s voice. The doctor and Bailey searched the torn trousers pockets, the pockets of the muddled shirt, while the Unknown submitted passively, not seeming to care what happened to him. But search him as they would—it was in vain. “Not a paper on him,” said Jack Bailey, at last, straightening up. A crash of breaking glass from the head of the alcove stairs put a period to his. sentence. All turned toward the stairs—or all except the Unknown, who, for a moment, half rose in his chair, his eyes gleaming, his face alert, the mask of bewildered apathy gone from his face. As they watched, a rigid little fig- ure of horror backed slowly down the alcove stairs and into the room— Billy, the Japanese, his oriental pla- cidity disturbed at last, incomprehen- sible terror written in every line of his face. “Billy—what it is?” The diminutive butler made a piti ful attempt at his usual grin. “It—nothing,” he gasped. The Un- known relapsed in his chair—again the dazed stranger from nowhere. Beresford took the Japanese by the shoulders. “Now see here!” 'he said sharply. “You've seen something! What was it” Billy trembled like a leaf. “Ghost! Ghost!” he muttered fran- tically, his face working. “He's concealing something. Look at him!” Miss Cornelia stared at her servant. “Brooks, close the door!” pointing at the terrace door in the al- cove, which still stood ajar after the entrance of the Unknown. Bailey moved to obey. But just as Some water—or whisky—if there is | | crest blinked and went out again. the sudden darkness. “The credulously. “The key's Where's your revolver, Beresford?” The illuminated dial wrist watch flickered in the dark —a round, glowing spot of phosphor escence. Lizzie screamed. gleaming eye! 1 saw on the stairs!’ she shrieked, pointing at it frenziedly “Quick—there’s a Cornelia. dinate their thoughts. Bailey rattled the knob of the door into the hall. “This door’s locked, too!” he said, went over the group. They were locked in the room, while some devil- ment was going on in the rest of the house. That they knew. But what it might be, what form it might take, they had not the remotest idea. But it was not until Miss Cornelia took the candle and proceeded toward the hall door to examine it that the fuil horror of the situation burst upon them, Neatly fastened to the white panel of the door, chest high and hardly more than just dead, was the body of a bat. Of what happened thereafter no one afterward remembered the details. To be shut in there, at the mercy of one who knew no mercy, was intolerable. It was left for Miss Cornelia to re- member her own revolver, lying unno- ticed on earlier in the evening, and to suggest its use in shattering the lock. Just what they had expected when the door was finally opened they did not know.” But the house was quiet and in order; no new horror faced them in the hall; their candle re- vealed no bloody figure, their ears heard no unearthly sound. Slowly they began to search the house. Since no room was apparently immune from danger, the men made no protest when the women insisted on accompanying them. And as time went on and chamber after chamber was discovered empty and undis- turbed, grgdpally the courage of the purty pegan to rise, Lizzie, still whim- pering, stuck closely to Miss Cor- nelia’s heels, but that spirited lady began to make small side excursions of her own. Of the men, only Bailey, Beresford and the doctor could really. be said to search at all. Billy had remained be- low, impassive of face but rolling of eye; the Unknown, after an attempt to depart with them, had sunk back weakly into his chair again, and the detective, Anderson, was still unac- countably missing, As time went on and the silence and peace remained unbroken, the conviction grew on them that the Bat had in this manner achieved his ob- ject and departed. Had done his work, signed it after his usual fash- fon, and gone. And thus were matters when Miss Cornelia, happening on the attic stair- case with Lizzie at her heels, decided to look about her up there. And he reached the alcove—the terrace went up. (TO BE CONTINUED.) XXX XPT TEX Xoo Xe EEX EEE Xe XXX Zoe The earliest locomotives had noth- ing more in the nature of a warning of the engine's approach than a tin horn blown by the engineer at more or less frequent intervals, but under some circumstances this proved inade- quate. The resulting volume of sound depended largely upon the: lung pow- er of the engineer and the direction and force of wind. On a spring morning of the year 1833 a farmer was driving to market with a load of butter and eggs and, heing unfamiliar with locomotives, he loitered on the track too long and failed to hear the warning $ignal from the tin horn, whereupon the whole outfit was scattered over the land- scape, The bill which the company had to pay was regarded as staggering and Ashland Baxter, who was director of Centipede House Fly Enemy The centipede 1s found pretty much all over the world. The species com- moh in the United States, Scutigera Foreeps, was reported over 20 years ago as deveting the nights to killing house flies. Later an observer de- tected one in the act of capturing a butterfly much larger than itself. The insect remains concealed during the The doctor gestured to. Billy. day. Horn Heralded Coming of Early Locomotive the company concerned, paid a visit to jeorge Stephenson at Alton Grange to confer with the great in- ventor to ascertain if something in the nature of an adequate warning could not be invented to keep people off the track. The result was that Stephenson made the steam whistle which was immediately adopted for all locomotives then in use and has continued as a permanent feature of all locomotives built in the mean time. Fighting the Mississippi The levees on the Mississippi river have been in existence from the Eight- eenth century. Formerly under the slave system each planter along the river had dikes erected for himself. The towns then took action, finally the counties, and the states building levees. Then congress in 1879 ap- pointed the Mississippi river commis- sion, but made no provision for the actual building of levees or protection of the lands from overflow. In 18%) congress made the first appropriation for the improvement of the Mississip- pl river, From 1879, under the com- mission, the federal government hgs expended more than $80,000,000 in the improvement of the Mississippi river and the protection of lands trom ever- «Wr VESONAEI OSE door slammed shut in his face. At the same moinent every light in Cedar- Jailey fumbled for the door-knob in door’s locked!” he said, in- gone, too. “I dropped in it the alcove when I caught that man,” called Beresford, cursing himself for ‘his carelessness. of Bailey's ness as he searched for the revolver “The eye! The candle on the table—light it somebody—never mind the revolver—I have one?!” called Miss “Righto !” called Beresford, cheerily, in reply. 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He was also said to have power against “the evil eye” in that Italian section. Many pieces of binding tape, cut in lengths and knotted three times with slips of pink paper attached, bearing the names of men and women, were found. Some of these had strands of women’s hair tied to them and others had plain white cards attached on which the numbers nine and seven had been written many times. Italians who lived in the neighbor- hood said scores of young people had been made happy by the old “love doctor.” They could not remember when his charms had failed to work and they were unable to reconcile themselves to the police theory. None“ had an unkind word to say about the seventy-year-old “magic maker” and none was found who dis- believed in his potions and his charms. Nevertheless, upon a strand of hair and two ot the small pieces of pink paper may hinge the solution of his mysterious slaying. Patsy Christiano and the woman with whom he lived, Mrs. Carrie Kronk, were held for a time on an open charge in connection with the crime. The woman, formerly a clerk in the “love doctor's” store, was de- tained a® a material witness. She and her sweetheart are believed to have consulted the old man after they separated some weeks ago. The hair and pieces of paper are said to be the charm that he gave them to “ward off the spirit of unkindliness.” Twitching Eyelid Saves Girl From Burial Alive Luray, Va.—Having listened to a funeral sermon preached over the coffin in which she passed the night, unable to signal those who believed her dead, Miss Fannie Broyles is alive today at her home near here. A brother, James Broyles, who stood beside the casket with other mourning relatives, noticed .a twitch- ing: of his sister's eyelid, and the fu- neral services were halted and re- suscitation efforts begun. In a short time the’ girl was able to talk. 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