It was too late now.

Already he could hear Miss Cornelia's voice above; it was only a question of a short time until Anderson in the billiard room revived and would try to make his plight known.

And in the brief moment of that resumee of his position the knocking came again.

But feebler, as though the suppliant outside had exhausted his strength.
As Beresford drew his revolver and moved to the door, Miss Cornelia came in, followed by Lizzie.
"It's the Bat," Lizzie announced mournfully.

"Good-by, Miss Neily.
Good-by, everybody.