"A man just went through that skylight and out onto
the roof!"
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MURDER ON MURDER
"Out on the roof!"
"Come on, Beresford!"
"Hustle--you men! He may be armed!"
"Righto--coming!"
And following Miss Cornelia's lead, Jack Bailey, Anderson, Beresford,
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. Lizzie,
creeping closer to her for comfort, stumbled over one of the Unknown's
feet and promptly set up a new wail.
"How do we know this fellow right here isn't the Bat?" she asked in
a blood-chilling whisper, nearly stabbing the unfortunate Unknown in
the eye with her thumb as she pointed at him. The Unknown was
either too dazed or too crafty to make any answer. His silence
confirmed Lizzie's worst suspicions. She fairly hugged the floor
and began to pray in a whisper.
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 admitted 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 outfit of them.
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