THE PATTON COURIER CHAPTER X —15— The Hidden Room A few moments later Jack Bailey, seeing a thin glow of candle-light from the attic above, and hearing Lizzie's protesting voice, made his way up there. He found them in the trunk- room, a dusty, dingy apartment lined with high closets along the walls—the floor littered with an incongruous as- sortment of attic objects—two bat- tered trunks, a clothes hamper, an old sewing machine, a broken-backed kitchen chair, a pair of dilapidated dress-suitcases and a shabby satchel that might once have been a woman's aressing-case—in one corner a grimy fireplace in which, obviously, no fire had been lighted for years. But he also found Miss Cornelia holding her candle to the floor and staring at something there. “Candle-grease !” she said, sharply, staring at a line of white spots by the window. She stooped and touched the spots with an exploratory finger. “Fresh candle-grease! Now who do you suppose did that? It leads straight to the fireplace!” she murmured in tones of Sherlockian gravity. Bailey repressed an involuntary smile. But her next words gave him genuine food for thought. “It's been going through my mind for the last few minutes that no chim- ney flue runs up this side of the house!” she said. Bailey stared. place?” “That's what I'm going to find out!” said the spinster grimly. She started to rap the mantel, tésting it for secret springs. “Jack! Jack!” It was Dale’s voice, low and cautious, coming from the landing of the stairs. Bailey stepped to trunk room. “Come in,” he called in reply. lock: the door behind you.” Dale entered, turning the k=) in the lock behind her. “Where are the others?” “They're still searching the house. There's no sign of anybody.” “They haven't found—Mr. son?” Dale shook her head. She turned toward her aunt. Cornelia had begun to enjoy once more. Rapping on the mantelpiece, poking and pressing various corners and sec- tions of the mantel itself, she remem- bered' all the detective stories she had ever read and thought, with a sniff of scorn, that she could better them. She rapped on the wall above the mantel—exactly—there was the hol- low echo she wanted. “Hollow as Lizzie’'s head!” she said triumphantly. The fireplace was ob- viously met what it seemed—there must be a space behind it unaccounted for in the building plans. Now what was the next step detectives always took. Oh, yes—they looked for panels; panels that moved. And when one shoved them away there was a button or something. She pushed and pressed and finally something did move. It wus the mantelpiece itself, false grate and all, which began to swing out into the room, revealing behind a dark, hol- low cubbyhole, some six feet by six— the hidden room at last! “Oh, Jack, be careful!” breathed Dale, as her lover took Miss Cornelia s candle and moved toward the dark hiding place. But her eyes had al ready caught the outlines of a tall iron safe in the goon, and in spite of her fears, her lips formed a wordless cry of victory. But Jack Bailey said nothing at all. One glance had shown him that the safe was enipty. The tragic collapse of all their hopes was almost more than they could bear. Coming oun top of the nerve-racking events of the night, it left them dazed and directionless. It was, of course, Miss Cornelia who. re- covered first. “Even without the money,” “the mere presence of this safe here, hidden away, tells the story. The fact that some one else knew and got here first cannot alter that.” But she could not cheer them. It was Lizzie who created a diversion. Lizzie who had bolted into the hall at the first motion of the manielpiece outwards, and who now with equal precipitation came bolting back. She rushed into the rcom, slamming the door behind her, acd collapsed into a heap of moaning terror at her mistress’ feet. At first she was completely in- articulate, but after a time she mut- tered that she had seen “him” and then fell to moaning again. The same thought was in all their minds, that in some corner of the up- per floor she had come across the body of Anderson. But when Miss Cornelia finally quieted her and asked this, she shook her head. “It was the Bat I saw,” was her as- tounding statement. “He dropped through the skylight out there and ran along the hall. 1 saw him, I tell you. He went right by me!” “Then why the fire- the door of the “And Ander- “Not yet.” Miss herself she said, “Nonsense,” said Miss Cornelia, briskly. “How can you say such a thing?” But Bailey pushed forward and took Lizzie by the shoulder. “What did he look’ like?” “He hadn't any fuce. He was all black where his face ought to be” “Do you mean he wore a mask?” “Maybe. 1 don't know.” She collapsed again, but when Bailey, followed by Miss Coinelia, ¢ A Novel From the Play - By Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood WNU Service “The Bat,” copyright, 1920," by Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood, made'a move toward the door, she broke into frantic wailing. “Don’t go out there!” she shrieked. “He's there, 1 tell you. I'm not crazy. If you open that door, he'll shoot.” But the door was already open and no shot came. With the departure of Bailey and Miss Cornelia, and the re- sulting darkne due to their taking the candle, Lizzie and Dale were left alone. The girl was faint with disap- pointment and strain; she sat huddled on a trunk; saying nothing, and after a moment or so Lizzie roused to her condition. : “Not feeling sick, asked. “1 feel a little queer.” “Who wouldn't, in the dark here, with that monster loose somewhere near by?’ But she stirred herself and got up. “I'd better get the smell- ing salts,” she said heavily, (“God knows 1 hate to move, but if there's one place safer in this house than an- other, I've yet to find it.” She went out, leaving Dale alone. The trunk room was dark, save that now and then as the candle appeared and reappeared the doorway was faintly outlined. On this outline she kept her eyes fixed, by way of com- fort, and thus passed the next few moments. She felt weak and dizzy and entirely desparing. Then—the outline was not so clear. She had heard nothing, but there was something in the doorway. It stood there, formless, diabolical, and .then she suw what was happening. It was closing the door. Afterward she was waercifully not to remember what came pext; the figure was perhaps intent on what was going on outside, or hef own movements may have been as silent as its own. That she got into the mantel room and even partially closed it behind her is certain, and that her description of what followed is fairly accurate is borne out by the facts as known. The Bat was working rapidly. She heard his quick, nervous movements; apparently he had come back for some- thing and secured it, for now he moved again toward the door. But he was too late; they were returning that way. She heard him mutter some- thing and quickly turn the key in the lock. Then he seemed to run toward the window, and for some reason to recoil from it. The next instant she realized that he was coming toward the mantel room, that he intended to hide in it. There was no doubt in her mind as to his identity. It wfas the Bat, and in a moment more he would be shut in there with her. She tried to scream and could not, and the next instant she was in a dead faint on the floor. Bailey meanwhile had crawled out on the roof and was carefully search- are you?” she ing it. But other things were hap- pening also. A disinterested observer could have seen very soon why the Bat had abandoned the window as a means of egress. Almost before the mantel had swung to behind the arch-criminal, the top of a tall pruning ladder had appeared at the window, and by its quivering showed that some one was climbing up, rung by rung. Unsuspiciously enough he came on, pausing at the top to flash a light into the room, and then cautiously swinging a leg over the sill. It was the doctor. He gave a low whistle, but there wus no reply, save that, had he seen it, the mantel swung out an inch or two. Perhaps he was never so near death as at that moment, but that instant of irresolu- tion on his part saved him, for by coming into the room he had taken himself out of range. Even then he was very close to de- struction, for after a brief pause and a second rather puzzled survey of the room,. he started toward the mantel itself. ‘Only the rattle of the door- knob stopped him. and a call from out- side. “Dale!” called Bailey's voice from the corridor, “Dale!” “Dale! Dale! The door’s locked!” cried Miss Cornelia. The doctor hesitated. The call came again, “Dale! Dale!” and Bailey pounded on the door as if he meant to break it down. The doctor made up his mind. “Wait a moment!” he called. He stepped to the door and unlocked it. Bailey hurled himself into the room, followed by Miss Cornelia with her candle. Lizzie stood in the doorway, timidly, ready to leap for safety at a moment's notice. “Why did you lock that door?” said Bailey, angrily, threatening the doc- tor. “But I didn’t,”,said the latter, truth: fully enough. Bailey made a move ment of irritation. Then a glance about the room informed him of the incredible fact. Dale She had disappeared! he stammered at the What amazing, the wus not there! “You—you,"” doctor. “Where's Miss Ogden? have you done with her?” The doctor was equally baffled. “Done with her?” he said indignant: ly. “1 don’t know what you're talk ing about—I1 haven't seen her!” “Then you didn't lock that door?” Bailey menaced him, The doctor's denial was firm. “Absolutely not. I ‘was coming through the window when I heard your voice at the door!” Bailey's eyes leapt to the window— yves—a ladder was there—the doctor might be speaking the truth after all. But if so, how and why had Dale dis- appeared? The doctor's admission of his man- ner of entrance did not make Lizzie any the happier. “In at the window—just like a bat!” she muttered in shaking tones. She would not have stayed in the doorway if she had not been afraid to move anywhere else, “I saw lights up here from outside,” continued the doctor easily. “And I thought—" Miss Cornelia interrupted him. She had laid down Ler candle and revel- ver on the top of the clothes hamper and now stood gazing at the mantel fireplace. “The mantel’'s—closed !” she said. The doctor stared. So the secret of the hidden room was a secret no “Dale!” Called Bailey's Voice From the Corridor. longer. He saw ruin gaping before him—a bottomless abyss. “Damna- tion!” he cursed, impotently, under his breath. Bailey turned on him savagely. “Did you shut that mantel?” “Nol” “I'll see whether you shut it or not!” Bailey leapt toward the fireplace. “Dale! Dale!” he called desperately, leaning against the mantel. His fin- gers groped for the knob that worked the mechanism of the hidden en- trance, The doctor picked up the single lighted candle from the hamper, as if to throw more light on Bailey's task. lailey’s fingers found the knob. He turned it. The mantel began to swing out into the room, As it did so the doctor deliberately snuffed out the light of the candle he held, leaving the room in abrupt and obliterating darkness. “Doctor, why did you put out that candle?” Miss Cornelia’s voice cut the hlack- ness like a knife. “1 'didn’t—1—" : “You did—I saw you do it.” The brief exchange of accusation and denial took but an instant of time, as the mantel swung wide open. The AL " pulse. next instant there Was a rush of feet across the floor, from the fireplace— the shock of a collision between two bodies—the sound of a heavy fall. “What was that?’ queried Bailey, dazedly, with a feeling as if some great winged creature had brushed at him and passed, Lizzie answered from the doorway. “Oh, oh!” she groaned, in stricken accents, “Somebody knocked me down and trampled on me!” “Matches, quick!” commanded=Miss Cornelia. “Where's the candle?” The doctor was still trying to ex- plain his curious action of a moment before. ; “Awfully sorry, I assure you—it dropped out of the holder—ah, here it is!” He held it up triumphantly. Bailey struck a match and lighted it. The wavering little flame showed Lizzie prostrate but vocal, in the doorway— and Dale, lying on the floor of the hidden room, her eyes shut, and her face as drained of color as the face of a marble statue. For one horrible instant Bailey thought she must be dead. He rushed to her wildly and picked her up in his arms. No—still breath- ing—thank God! He carried her ten- derly to the only chair in the room. “Doctor!” The doctor, once more the physician, knelt at her side, and felt for her And Lizzie, picking herself up from where the collision with some violent body had thrown her, retrieved the smelling salts from the floor. It was onto this picture, the candle light shining on strained faces, the dra- matic figure of Dale, now semi-con- scious, the desperate rage of Bailey, that a new actor appeared ‘on the scene. Anderson, the detective, stood in the doorway, holding a candle—as grim and menacing a figure as a man just arisen from the dead. “That’t right!” said Lizzie, palled for once. “Come in everything's over!” The @octor glanced up and met the detective's eyes, cold and menaging. “You took my revolver from me, downstairs,” he said. “I'll trouble you for it.” The doctor got heavily to his feet. The others, their suspicions confirmed at last, looked at him with startled eyes. The detective seemed to enjoy the universal confusion his words had brought. Slowly, with sullen reluctance, the doctor yielded up the stolen weapon. The detective examined it casually and replaced it in his hip pocket. “I've something to settle with you pretty soon,” he said through clenched teeth, addressing the doctor. ‘‘And I'll settle it properly. Now—what’s this?” He indicated Dale—her face still and waxen—her breath coming so faintly she seemed hardly to breathe at all, as Miss Cornelia and Bailey tried to revive her, “She’s coming to—" said Miss Cor- nelia, triumphantly, as a first faint flush of color reappeared in the girl's cheeks. “We found her shut in there, Mr. Anderson,” the spinster added, pointing toward the gaping entrance of the hidden room. A gleam crossed the detective’s face, He went up to examine the secret chamber. As he did so, Doctor Wells, who had been inching surreptitiously toward the door, sought the oppor- tunity of slipping out unobserved. But Anderson was not to be caught napping again. “Wells!” he barked. stopped and turned. “Where were you locked in this room?” The doctor's eyes sought the floor— the walls—wildly—for any possible loophole of escape. “I didn't shut her th—if that’s what you mean!” he said defiantly. “There was some one sit:t in there with her!” unap- when The doctor when she was Serious troubles were encountered by Chicago traders in the early nine- ties through the practice of accepting railroad rebates. The railroads of the time were keenly aggressive, and they inaugurated a war of cutthroat com- petition, giving rebates to heavy and regular shippérs—a sort of bidding for business. At first the rebates were welcomed by shippers, who were flat- tered by the thought that they were getting something for nothing. The practice became such an abuse that more than one grain firm faced finan- cial disaster because of it, No one ever knew just how great was the re- bate that his competitor obtained and the whole situation added a trade hazard that was immeasurable. The rebates ran from 10 to 25 per cent of the published tariff. It was, of course, difficult for the concern that was able to obtain only 10 per cent rebate to Tempted Fate Too Often Sam Patch was a lad widely known for daring leaps and dives. Born in 1807 in Rhode Island, he.became a cot. ton spinner in Paterson, N, J. A jump from a bridge into the Passaic river brought him such notoriety that he traveled about leaping from bridges and diving from topmasts of ships, He was killed in 1829 when attempting a jump of 125 feet Into the Genesee river, Xo EEX EL TX XX Xo Grain Trade Periled by Railroad Rebates HX NX PT eX Xe ED OD compete with the one that got the 25 per cent reduction. Another phase of the rebate system was that the rebate was merely a sort of ‘gentlemen's agreement” between the trader and some high official of the railroad. Nothing ever was written about the rebate. The ‘“gentlemen’s agreement” sometimes became a disagreement and there was then no way to force the railroad to live up to the understand- ing—James A, Patten, in Chicago Daily News. Whole Alphabet in Name Here is a simple way to learn the letters of the Hawaiian alphabet. A son was born recently to Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Alohikea of Honolulu. And the child was named: Joseph Keohookalanikamakanioka- kae Alohikea. The youngster’s middle name con- tains all the letters of the Hawaiian alphabet with the exception of Hw,” Literally translated the name means “the hair of the king is like the wind of Kakae,” Kakae is a settlement on the island of Maui. Metal Burial Caskets A patent for the manufacture of metal burial caskets in this country was granted about the year 1850, and they were first made in Cincinnati, Ohio, and Providence, R. L He gestured at the hidddn room, “Ask these people here,” Miss Cornelia caught him up at once. “The fuct remains, Doctor,” she said, her voice cold with anger, “that” we left her bere alone. When we came back, you were here. The cor- ridor door was locked, and she was in that room—unconscious.” She moved forward to throw the light of her candle on the hidden room as the detective passed into it, gave it a swift professional glance, and stepped out again, But she had not finishel her story by any meuns. “As we opened that “door,” she ¢on- tinued to the detective, tapping the false mantel, “the doctor deliberately extinguished our only candle!” “Do you know who was ins that room?” queried the detective, fiercely, wheeling on the doctor. But the latter had evidently made up his mind to cling stubbornly te a policy of complete denial. “No,” he said sullenly. “I didn't put out the candle. It fell. «And I didn’t lock that door into the hall. I found it locked!” A sigh of relief from Bailey now centered everyone's attefition on him- self and Dale. At last the girl was recovering from the shock of her ter. rible experience and regaining con- sciousness. Her eyelids fluttered— closed again—opened once more. She tried to sit up, weakly, clinging to Bailey's shoulder. The color returned to her cheeks—the stupor left her eyes. She gave the hidden room a hunted little glance and then shud dered violently. “Please close that awful door,” shy said in a tremulous voice. “I dop™ want to see it again.” The detective went silently to clos the iron doors. “What happened to you? Can't you remember?” faltered Bailey, on his knees at her side. The shadow of an old terror lay op the girl's face. “1 was in here alone, in the dark,” she began slowly—*‘Then, as I looked at the doorway there, I saw there was somebody there. He came in and closed the door. I didn’t know what to do, so I slipped in—there, and after a while I knew he was coming in, too, for he couldn’t get out. Then I must have fainted.” “There was nothing about the fig ure that you recognized?” “No. Nothing.” +But we know it was the Bat,” put in Miss Cornelia, The detective laughed sardonically, The old duel of opposing theories be- tween the two seemed about to recoms- mence. “Still harping on the Bat!” he sald, with a little sneer. Miss Cornelia stuck to her guns. “I have every reason to believe that the Bat is in this house,” she said. The detective gave another jarring, mirthless laugh. “And that he took the Union bank money out of that safe, I suppose?” he jeered. “No, Miss Van Gorder.” He wheeled on the doctor now. “Ask the doctor who took the Union bank money out of that safe!" he thundered. *Ask the doctor who &t- tacked me downstairs in the drawing room, knocked me senseless and locked me in the billiard room!” There was an astounded silence. The detective added a parting shot to his indictment of the doctor. “The next time you put handcuffs on a man, be sure to take the key out of his vest pocket,” he said biting off the words. Rage and consternation mingled on the doctor's countenance—on the faces of the others astonishment was followed by a growing certainty. ,Only Miss Cornelia clung stubbornly to her original theory. “Perhaps I'm an obstinate old wom- an,” she said, in tones which obvious- ly showed that if so she was rather proud of it, “but the doctor and all the rest of us were locked in the living room, not ten minutes ago!” “By the Bat, I suppose!’ Anderson. “By, the Bat!” Insisted Miss Cor- nelia inflexibly. “Who else would have fastened a dead bat to the door down- stairs? Who é€lse would have the bravado to do that? Or what you call the Imagination?” In spite of himself Anderson seemed to be impressed. “The Bat, eh?” he muttered, then, changing his tone, “you knew about this hidden room, Wells?” he shot at the doctor. “Yes.” The doctor bowed his head. “And you knew the money was in the room?” “Well, I. was wrong, wasn’t I?” pam~ ried the doctor. “You can look for yourself. That safe is empty.” The detective brushed his evasive answer aside. “You were up in this room, earlier tonight,” he said in tones of appar- ent certainty. “No, 1 couldn’t get up!” the docter still’ insisted, with strange violence for a man who had already admitted such damning knowledge. The detective's face was a study in disbelief. \ “You know where that money is Wells, and I'm goipg to find it!” This last taunt seemed to goad the doctor beyond endurance, “Good God!” he shouted recklessly. “Do you suppose if I knew where it is, I'd be here? I've had plenty of chances to get away! No, you can't pin anything on me, Anderson! It isn't criminal to have known that room is here.” “Oh, don't be so d—d virtuous!” said the detective brutally. ‘Maybe you haven’t been upstairs—but, unless 1 miss my guess, you know who was!” The doctor's face changed a little. (TO BE CONTINUED.) mocked Club Sandwiches With Cott age or Cream Cheese Filling. 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The work is of significance to each group in a differ- ent sense, The recently inaugurated household refrigeration studies are a good ex- ample of the two-sided function ef the bureau of home economics, These studies, aided by the financial -co-0p- eration of manufacturers of ice and of mechanical refrigerating units, are aimed at obtaining facts te guide the design and distribution policies of the manufacturers, and also to enable the housewife to select and operate her ice box or mechanical refrigerating unit to best advantage. Again, in the dietary studies, which show what foeds are actually being consumed in the group of families sur- veyed, and how completely these foods meet nutritive needs, information is assembled for the guidance of foed producers, and also for use in educa- tional programs directed toward the consumer through radio releases, newspaper articles, bulletins and oth- er agencies carrying information about good nutrition. 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