"Bring some candles, Billy," she said. "The lights may be going out any moment--and Billy," as he started to leave, "there's a gentleman arriving on the last train. After he comes you may go to bed. I'll wait up for Miss Dale--oh, and Billy," arresting him at the door, "see that all the outer doors on this floor are locked and bring the keys here."
Billy nodded and departed. Miss Cornelia took a long breath. Now that the moment for waiting had passed--the moment for action come--she felt suddenly indomitable, prepared to face a dozen Bats!
Her feelings were not shared by her maid. "I know what all this means," moaned Lizzie. "I tell you there's going to be a death, sure!"
"There certainly will be if you don't keep quiet," said her mistress acidly. "Lock the billiard-room windows and go to bed."
But this was the last straw for Lizzie. A picture of the two long, dark flights of stairs up which she had to pass to reach her bedchamber rose before her--and she spoke her mind.
"I am not going to bed!" she said wildly. "I'm going to pack up tomorrow and leave this house." That such a threat would never be carried out while she lived made little difference to her--she was beyond the need of Truth's consolations. "I asked you on my bended knees not to take this place two miles from a railroad," she went on heatedly. "For mercy's sake, Miss Neily, let's go back to the city before it's too late!"
Miss Cornelia was inflexible.
"I'm not going. You can make up your mind to that. I'm going to find out what's wrong with this place if it takes all summer. I came out to the country for a rest and I'm going to get it."
"You'll get your heavenly rest!" mourned Lizzie, giving it up. She looked pitifully at her mistress's face for a sign that the latter might be weakening--but no such sign came. Instead, Miss Cornelia seemed to grow more determined.
"Besides," she said, suddenly deciding to share the secret she had hugged to herself all day, "I might as well tell you, Lizzie. I'm having a detective sent down tonight from police headquarters in the city."
"A detective?" Lizzie's face was horrified. "Miss Neily, you're keeping something from me! You know something I don't know."
"I hope so. I daresay he will be stupid enough. Most of them are. But at least we can have one proper night's sleep."
"Not I. I trust no man," said Lizzie. But Miss Cornelia had picked up the paper again.
"'The Bat's last crime was a particularly atrocious one,'" she read. "'The body of the murdered man...'"