CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
THE BAT STILL FLIES He stepped back in the doorway, looked out, then turned to them again.
"I come in, please ?" he said pathetically, his hands quivering.

"I not like to stay in dark." Miss Cornelia took pity on him.
"Come in, Billy, of course.

What is it?
Anything the matter ?" Billy glanced about nervously.
"Man with sore head." "What about him ?" "Act very strange." Again Billy's slim hands trembled.
Beresford broke in.

"The man who fell into the room downstairs ?" Billy nodded.
"Yes.

On second floor, walking around." Beresford smiled, a bit smugly.
"I told you!" he said to Miss Cornelia.