Had it been otherwise she might well have crumpled to the floor, as if struck down by an invisible hammer, the moment the closet door swung open before her.
Huddled on the floor of the closet was the body of a man.

So crudely had he been crammed into this hiding-place that he lay twisted and bent.

And as if to add to the horror of the moment one arm, released from its confinement, now slipped and slid out into the floor of the room.
Miss Cornelia's voice sounded strange to her own ears when finally she spoke.
"But who is it ?" "It is--or was--Courtleigh Fleming," said Bailey dully.
"But how can it be?
Mr.Fleming died two weeks ago.

I--" "He died in this house sometime tonight.

The body is still warm." "But who killed him?
The Bat ?" "Isn't it likely that the Doctor did it?
The man who has been his accomplice all along?
Who probably bought a cadaver out West and buried it with honors here not long ago ?" He spoke without bitterness.