A sigh of relief from Bailey now centered everyone"s attention on himself and Dale. At last the girl was recovering from the shock of her terrible experience and regaining consciousness. 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 shuddered violently.
"Please close that awful door," she said in a tremulous voice. "I don"t want to see it again."
The detective went silently to close 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 on the girl"s face, "I 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 figure 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 between the two seemed about to recommence.
"Still harping on the Bat!" he said, 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 the 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 attacked me downstairs in the living-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 woman," she said in tones which obviously 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!" mocked Anderson.
"By the Bat!" insisted Miss Cornelia inflexibly. "Who else would have fastened a dead bat to the door downstairs? Who else 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?" parried 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 apparent certainty.
"No, I couldn"t get up!" the Doctor still insisted, with strange violence for a man who had already admitted such d.a.m.ning knowledge.
The detective"s face was a study in disbelief.
"You know where that money is, Wells, and I"m going to find it!"
This last taunt seemed to goad the Doctor beyond endurance.
"Good G.o.d!" 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."
He paused, trembling with anger and, curiously enough, with an anger that seemed at least half sincere.
"Oh, don"t be so d.a.m.ned virtuous!" said the detective brutally. "Maybe you haven"t been upstairs but--unless I miss my guess, you know who was!"
The Doctor"s face changed a little.
"What about Richard Fleming?" persisted the detective scornfully.
The Doctor drew himself up.
"I never killed him!" he said so impressively that even Bailey"s faith in his guilt was shaken. "I don"t even own a revolver!"
The detective alone maintained his att.i.tude unchanged.
"You come with me, Wells," he ordered, with a jerk of his thumb toward the door. "This time I"ll do the locking up."
The Doctor, head bowed, prepared to obey. The detective took up a candle 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 kindliness of manner. "I think that I can promise you a quiet night from now on."
"I"m glad you think so, Mr. Anderson!" Miss Cornelia insisted on the last word. The detective ignored the satiric twist of her speech, motioned the Doctor out ahead of him, and followed. The faint glow of his candle flickered a moment and vanished toward the stairs.
It was Bailey who broke the silence.
"I can believe a good bit about Wells," he said, "but not that he stood on that staircase and killed d.i.c.k Fleming."
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 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!"