Miss Cornelia remembered her manners.
"Doctor, this is Mr.Anderson." "Headquarters," said Anderson tersely, shaking hands.
It was Lizzie's turn to play her part in the tangled game of mutual suspicion that by now made each member of the party at Cedarcrest watch every other member with nervous distrust.

She crossed to her mistress on tiptoe.
"Don't you let him fool you with any of that moth business!" she said in a thrilling whisper, jerking her thumb in the direction of the Doctor.

"He's the Bat." Ordinarily Miss Cornelia would have dismissed her words with a smile.
But by now her brain felt as if it had begun to revolve like a pinwheel in her efforts to fathom the uncanny mystery of the various events of the night.
She addressed Doctor Wells.
"I didn't tell you, Doctor--I sent for a detective this afternoon." Then, with mounting suspicion, "You happened in very opportunely!" "After I left the Johnsons' I felt very uneasy," he explained.

"I determined to make one more effort to get you away from this house.

As this shows--my fears were justified!" He shook his head sadly.