THE PATTON COURIER THE BAT sont By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART and AVERY HOPWOOD “The Bat,” copyright, 1920, by Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood. WNU Service CHAPTER X—Continued a, | “What about Richard, Fleming?” persisted the detective, scornfully. The doctor drew himself up. “I never killed him!” he said, so im- pressively that even Bailey's faith in his guilt was shaken. “1 don’t even own a revolver!” The detective alone maintained his attitude unchanged. “You come with me, Wells,” he or- dered, with a jerk of his thumb toward the door. “This time I'll do the lock- ing up.” The doctor, head bowed, prepared to obey. The detective took up a can- dle to light their path. Then he turned to the others for a moment. “Better get the young lady to bed,” he said, with a gruff Kkindliness of manner. “I think that I can promise you a quiet night from now on.” “I'm glad you think so, Mr. Ander- gon!” Miss Cornelia insisted on the last word. The detective ignored the satiric twist of her speech,’ motioned the doctor out ahead of him, and fol- lowed. - The faint glow of his eandle flickered a moment and vanished toward the stairs, It was Bailey who broke the si- lence. “I can believe a good bit about Welle,” he said, “but not that he stood on that staircase and killed Dick Fieming.” Miss Cornelia roused from deep thought. “Of course not,” she said briskly. “Go down and fix Miss Dale's bed, Lizzie. And then bring up some of that elderberry wine.” “Down there, where the Bat is?” Lizzie demanded. “The Bat has gone.” “Don’t you believe it. He's just got his hand in!” But at last Lizzie went, and, closing the door behind her, Miss Cornelia proceeded more or less to think out loud. “Suppose,” she said, “that the Bat, or whoever it was shut in there with you, killed Richard Fleming. Say that he is the one Lizzie saw coming in by the terrace door. Then he knew where the money was, for he went directly ap the stairs. But that is two hours ago or more. Why didn't he get the money, if it was here, and get away?” “He may have had trouble with the combination.” “Perhaps. Anyhow, he was on the small staircase when Dick Fleming started up, and of course he shot him, That's clear enough. Then he finally got the safe open, after locking us in below, and my coming up interrupted him. How on earth did he get out on the roof?” Jailey glanced out the window. “It would be possible from here. Possible, but not easy.” “But, if he could do that,” she per- sisted, “he’ could have got away, too. There are trellises and porches. In- stead of that he came back here, to this room.” She stared at the window. “Could a man have done that with one hand?’ “Never in the world.” Saying nothing, but deeply thought- ful, Miss Cornelia made a fresh prog- ress around the room. “lI know very little about bank cur- rency,” she said, finally, “Could such “How on Earth Did He Get Out on the Roof?” a sum as was looted from the Union bank be carried away inp a man's pocket 7” Bailey considered the question. “Even in bills of large denomination —it would make a pretty sizable bun- dle,” he said. Put that Miss Cornelia’s deductions were correct, whatever they were, was in question when Lizzie returned with the elderberry wine. Apparently Miss Cornelian was to be like the man who repaired the elock: she still had cer tain things left over. For Lizzie announced that the Un known was rancing the second Hoor hall. ¥rom the time they had escaped from the living room this manghad not been seen or thought of, but that he was a part of the mystery there conld be pc doubt. It flashed over Miss Cor- nelia that, although he could not pos- sibly have locked them in, in the dark- ness that followed he could easily have fastened the bat to the door. For the first time it occurred to her that the arch-criminal might not be working alone, and that the entrance of the Unknown might have been a carefully devised ruse to draw them all together and hold them there. Nor was Beresford’s arrival with the statement that the Unknown was moving through the house below par- ticularly comforting. “He may be dazed, or he may not,” he said. “Personally, this is not a time to trust anybody.” Beresford knew nothing of what had just occurred, and now seeing Bailey he favored him with an ugly glance. “In the absence of Anderson, Bailey,” he added, “T don’t propose to trust you too far. I'm making it my business from now on to see that you don’t try to get away. Get that? } But Bailey heard him without par- ticular resentment. “All right,” he said. “But I'll tel you this. Anderson is here and has arrested the doctor. Keep your eye on me, if you think it’s your duty, but don’t talk to me as if I were a erim- inal. You don’t know that yet.” “The dottor!” Beresford gasped. But Miss Cornelia’s keen ears had heard a sound outside, and her eyes were focused on the door. “That door-knob is moving,” she said, in a hushed voice. 3eresford moved to the door and jerked it violently open. The butler, Billy, almost pitched into the room. CHAPTER XI * The Bat Still Flies. He stepped back in the doorway, looked out, then turned to them again. “I come in, please?’ he said pathet- ically, his hands quivering. “I not like to stay in dark.” Miss Cornelia took pity on him. “Come in, Billy, of course. What is it? Anything the matter?” Billy glanced about nervously. “Man with sore head.” “What about him?” “Act very strange.” slim hands trembled. Beresford broke in. “The man who fell into the room downstairs?” Billy nodded. “Yes. On second floor, walking around.” Beresford smiled, a bit smugly. “I told you!” he said to Miss Cor- nella. “I didn’t think he was as dazed as he pretended to be.” Miss Cornelia, too, had been ponder- ing the problem of the Unknown. She reached a swift decision. If he were what he pretended to be—a dazed wanderer—he could do them no harm. If he were not—a little strategy prop- erly employed might unravel the whole mystery. “Bring him up here, Billy,” she said, turning to the butler. Billy started to obey. But the dark- ness of the corridor seemed to appall him anew, the moment he took a step toward it. “You give candle, please?’ he asked, with a pleading expression. “Don’t like dark.” Miss Cornelia handed him one of the two precious candles. Then his present terror reminded her of that one other occasion when =he had seen him lose completely his stoic oriental calm. , “Billy,” she queried, “what did you see when you came running down the stairs before we were locked in, down below 7” 3ut Billy only backed toward the door, smiling apologetically. “Thought I saw ghost,” he said, and went out and down the stairs, the candle-light flickering, growing fainter dnd finally disappearing. Silence and eerie darKness enveloped them all as they waited. And suddenly out of the blackness came a sound. Something was flapping and thump- ing around the room. “That's d—d odd!” muttered Beres- ford uneasily. “There is something moving around the room.” The next instant Bailey gave a tri- umphant ery. “I've got it! "It's a bat!” Lizzie sank to her knees, still moan- ing, and Bail¥y carried the cause of the trouble over to the window and threw it out. But the result of the absurd inci- dent was a further destruction of their morale. Even Beresford, so far calm with the quiet of the virtuous onlook- er, was now pallid in the light of the matches they successively lighted. And onto this strained situation came at last Billy and the Unknown. The Unknown still wore his air of dazed bewilderment, true or feigned, but at least he was now able to walk withéut support. “Come in,” began Miss Cornelia. “Sit down.” He obeyed both com mands docilely enough. “Are you better now” Again Billy's “Somewhat.” His words still came very slowly. Bailey watched Billy, suspicion in his eyes. He could not account for the butler’s inexplicable terror of be- ing left alone. “Anderson intimated that the doc- tor had an accomplice in this house,” he said, now, crossing to Billy and taking him by the arm. “Why isn’t this the man?’ Billy cringed away. “Please, no,” he begged pitifully. Bailey remained tinconvinced. “Who did you see at the head of the small staircase?’ he queried, im- peratively. “Now we're through with nonsense—I want the truth!” Jilly shivered. “See face—that's all,” he brought out at last. “Whose face?” Again it was evident that Billy knew or thought he knew more than he was willing to tell. “Don’t know,” he said, with obvious untruth, looking down at the floor. “Never mind, Billy,” cut in Miss Cornelia. To her mind questioning 3illy was wasting time, She looked at the Unknown. “Solve the mystery of this man and we may get at the facts,” she said in accents of conviction. Jeresford raised the candle so that it cast its light full in the Unknown'’s face. “This chap claims to have lost his memory,” he’ said dubiously. “I sup- pose a blow on the head might do that —I don't know.” “Don’t you even know your name*t’ queried Miss Cornelia of the Un- known. The Unknown shook his head with a slow, laborious gesture. “Not—yet.” “Or where you came from?” Once more the battered head made its movement of negation. “Do you remember how you got.in this house?” The Unknown made an effort. “Yes—I — remember — that — all— right—" he said, apparently undergo- ing an enormous strain in order to make himself speak at all. He put his hand to his head: Miss Cornelia was at a loss. If this were acting, it was at least tine act- ing. “How did you happen te come to this house?’ she persisted, her voice unconsciously tuning itself to the slow, laborious speech of the Un- known. “Saw—the—Ilights.” 3ailey broke in with a question. “Where were you when you saw the lights?” The Unknown wet his lips with his tongue, painfully. “I—broke—out—of—the — garage,” he said at length. This was unexpected. A general movement of interest ran over the party. “How did you get there?” Beres- sord took his turn as questioner. The Unknown shook his head, so slowly and deliberately that Miss Cor- nelia’s fingers itched to shake him, in spite of his injuries. “I—don’t—know."” “Did you ring the house phone?” in- sisted Miss Comelia. The Unknown nodded. “Yes.” Miss Cornelia and Bailey gave each other a look of wonderment. “I—leaned against—the button—in the garage—" he went on. “Then— I think—maybe I—fainted. That's— not clear.” Dale rose, and came over to him, with a sympathetic movement of her hand. “You don’t remember how you were hurt?” she asked gently. The Unknown stared ahead of him, his eyes filming, as if he were trying to puzzle it out. “No,” he said at last. “The first thing I remember—I was in the garage —tied.” He moved his lips. “I was— gagged—too—that’s—what’s the mat- ter—with my tongue—now— Then— gnt myself—free—and—got - out—of a window—" Miss Cornelia made a movement to question him further. Beresford stopped her with his hand uplifted. “Just a moment, Miss Van Gorder. Anderson ought to know of this.” He started for the door without per- ceiviug the flush of keen intelligence and, alertness that had lit the Un- known’s countenance for an instant, as once before, at the mention of the detective’s name. But just as he reached the door the detective en- tered. He halted for a moment, staring at the strange figure of the Unknown. “A new element in our mystery, Mr. Anderson,” gaid Miss Cornelia, re- membering that the detective might not have heard of the mysterious stranger before—as he had been locked in the billiard room when the latter had made his queer entrance. The detective and the Unknown gazed at each other for a moment—the Unknown with his old expression of vacant stupidity. “Quite duzed, poor fellow,” Miss Cornelia went on. Beresford added other words of ex: planation, bt “He doesn’t remember what hap- Rened to him. Curious, isn't ity" The detective still seemed puzzled. “How did he get into the house?” “He came through the terrace door some time ago,” answered Miss Cor- nelia, “Just before we were locked in2 Her answer seemed to solve the problem to Anderson's satisfaction. “Doesn’t remember anything, eh?” he said dryly. He crossed over to the mysterious stranger and put his hand untler the Unknown's chin, Jerking his head up roughly. “Look up here!” he commanded. The Unknown stared at him for an instant with blank, vacuous eyes. Then his head dropped back upon his breast again. “Look up, you—" muttered the de- tective, jerking his head again. “This losing your memory stuff doesn’t £0 down with me!” His eyes bored into the Unknown's. “It doesn’t—go down—very well— with me—either,” said the Unknown weakly, making no movement of pro- test against Anderson's rough handling, “Did you ever see me before?’ de- manded the latter. Beresford held the candle closer so that he might watch the Unknown's face for any involuntary movement of betrayal. But the Unknown made no such movement. He gazed at Anderson, apparently with the greatest bewilder- ment—then his eyes closed—he seemed to be about to remember who the detective was. “You're — the — doctor — I — saw— downstairs—aren’t you?” he said in- nocently. Miss Cornelia gave a little shiver. The third degree, in reality, was less pleasant to watch than it had been to read about in the pages of her fa- vorite detective stories. “He's evidently been attacked,” she said, turning to Anderson. “He claims to have recovered conscious- ness in the garage, where he was tied, hand and foot!” “He does, eh?’ said the detective heavily, He glared at the Unknown. “If you'll give me five. minutes alone with him, I'll get the truth out of him!” he promised. A look of swift alarm swept over the Unknown’s face at the words—unper- ceived by any except Miss Cornelia. The others started obediently to yield to the detectives behest and leave him alone with his prisoner. Miss Cornelia was the first to move toward the door. On her way, she turned. “Do you believe that money is irre- vocably gone?” she asked of Anderson. The detective smiled. “There’s no such word as ‘irrevoc- able’ in my vocabulary,” he answered. “But I believe it’s out of the house, if that's what you mean.” Miss Cornelia still hesitated, on the verge of departure. » “Suppose I tell you that there are certain facts that you have over- looked?” she said slowly. “Still on the trail!” muttered the detective sardonically,. He did not even ‘glance at her. He seemed only anxious that the other members of the party would get out of his way for once and leave him arclear field for his work. His brusque rejection of her offer seemed to nettle Miss Cornelia. “I was right about the doctor, wasn't 1?” she insisted. “Just fifty per cent right,” said An- derson crushingly. “And the doctor didn‘t turn that trick alone. Now—" he went on, with weary patience, “if you'll all go out and close that door—" Miss Cornelia, defeated, took a candle from Bailey and stepped into the corridor.. Her figure stiffened. She gave an audible gasp of dismayed surprise. : “Quick!” she cried, turning back to the others and gesturing toward the corridor. “A man just went through that skylight and out onto the roof!” “Out on the roof!” “Come on, Beresford!” “Hustle—you men! armed!” “Righto—coming!” And, following Miss Cornelia’s iead, He may be Jack" Bafley, Anderson, #er-c.ord and Billy dashed out into the corridor, leaving Dale and the frightened Lizzie alone with the Unknown. “And I'd run, if my legs would!” Lizzie despaired. “Hush !" said Dale, her ears strained for sounds of conflict. Miss Cornelia re-entered cautiously, with her candle, closing the door gently behind her as she came. “What did you see?” gasped Dale. Miss Cornelia smiled broadly. “I didn't see anything,” she admit- ted with the greatest calm.. “I had to get that dratted detective out of the room before I assassinated him.” “Nobody went through the skylight?” said Dale incredulously. “They have now,” answered Miss Cornelia with obvious satisfaction. “The whole outtit of them.” She stole a glance at the velied eyes of the Unknown. He was lying limply back in his chair, es if the ex- His Eyes Bored Into the Unknown’s. citement had been too much for him— and yet she could have sworn she hag seen him leap to his feet, like a man in full possession of his facuities, when she had given her false cry of alarm, “Then why did you—" began Dale, dazedly, unable to fathom her aune's reasons for her trick. “Because,” interrupted Miss Cor- nelia decidedly, “that money's in this room. If the man who took it out of the safe got away with it, why did he come back amd hide there?” Her forefinger jabbed at the hidden chamber wherein the masked intruder had terrified Dale with threats of in- stant death. “He got it out of the safe—and that's as far as he did get with it,” she persisted inexorably. “There's a hat behind that safe—a man’s soft felt hat!” So this was the discovery she had hinted of to Anderson before he re- buffed her proffer of assistance! Miss Cornelia crossed behind the wicker clothes-hamper and picked up something from the floor. “A half-burned candle,” she mused, “Another thing the detective over- looked.” She stepped back to the center of the room, looking knowingly from the candle to the hidden room and back again. “Oh, my God—another one!” shrieked Lizzie, as the dark shape of a man ap- peared suddenly outside the window, as if materialized from the air. Miss Cornelia snatched up her re- volver from the top of the hamper, “Don't shoot—it’s Jack!” came a warning cry from Dale, as the latter recognized the figure of her lover. Miss Cornelia laid her revolver down on the hamper again. The vacant eyes of the Unknown caught the move- ment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) PX PTX PX Xoo Xp Xoo Xoo Xo XXX Xo XX OX PE PX TNT PTX BL Sea Spider Recognized as Freak of Nature One of the strangest creatures of the sea is a certain species of sea spider named Nymphon gracile. It has a body about the size of a bit of thread, a quarter of an inch long and tied into four knots. The head looks like the end of a thread split into two horns; from each of the four knots start two legs, one on each side, mak- ing eight in all. 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