"Go down and fix Miss Dale's bed, Lizzie.

And then bring up some wine." "Down there, where the Bat is ?" Lizzie demanded.
"The Bat has gone." "Don't you believe it.

He's just got his hand in!" But at last Lizzie went, and, closing the door behind her, Miss Cornelia proceeded more or less to think, out loud.
"Suppose," she said, "that the Bat, or whoever it was shut in there with you, killed Richard Fleming.

Say that he is the one Lizzie saw coming in by the terrace door.

Then he knew where the money was for he went directly up the stairs.