She skimmed through the article with eerie fascination, reading bits of it aloud for Lizzie's benefit.

"'Unique criminal--long baffled the police--record of his crimes shows him to be endowed with an almost diabolical ingenuity--so far there is no clue to his identity--'" Pleasant reading for an old woman who's just received a threatening letter, she thought ironically--ah, here was something new in a black-bordered box on the front page--a statement by the paper.

She read it aloud. "'We must cease combing the criminal world for the Bat and look higher. He may be a merchant--a lawyer--a Doctor--honored in his community by day and at night a bloodthirsty assassin--'" The print blurred before her eyes, she could read no more for the moment. She thought of the revolver in the drawer of the table close at hand and felt glad that it was there, loaded.

"I'm going to take the butcher knife to bed with me!" Lizzie was saying.

Miss Cornelia touched the ouija-board. "That thing certainly spelled Bat," she remarked. "I wish I were a man. I'd like to see any lawyer, Doctor, or merchant of my acquaintance leading a double life without my suspecting it."

"Every man leads a double life and some more than that," Lizzie observed. "I guess it rests them, like it does me to take off my corset."

Miss Cornelia opened her mouth to rebuke her but just at that moment there, was a clink of ice from the hall, and Billy, the Japanese, entered carrying a tray with a pitcher of water and some glasses on it. Miss Cornelia watched his impassive progress, wondering if the Oriental races ever felt terror--she could not imagine all Lizzie's banshees and kelpies producing a single shiver from Billy. He set down the tray and was about to go as silently as he had come when Miss Cornelia spoke to him on impulse.

"Billy, what's all this about the cook's sister not having twins?" she said in an offhand voice. She had not really discussed the departure of the other servants with Billy before. "Did you happen to know that this interesting event was anticipated?"

Billy drew in his breath with a polite hiss. "Maybe she have twins," he admitted. "It happen sometime. Mostly not expected."

"Do you think there was any other reason for her leaving?"

"Maybe," said Billy blandly.

"Well, what was the reason?"

"All say the same thing--house haunted." Billy's reply was prompt as it was calm.

Miss Cornelia gave a slight laugh. "You know better than that, though, don't you?"

Billy's Oriental placidity remained unruffled. He neither admitted nor denied. He shrugged his shoulders.




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