Bailey halted.
"Do what he tells you!" Miss Cornelia insisted, her voice shaking.
A brave man may be willing to fight with odds a hundred to one--but only a fool will rush on certain death.

Reluctantly, dejectedly, Bailey obeyed--stuffed the money back in the satchel and replaced the latter in its corner of shadows near the window.
"It's the Bat--it's the Bat!" whispered Lizzie eerily, and, for once her gloomy prophecies seemed to be in a fair way of justification, for "Blow out that candle!" commanded the Unknown sternly, and, after a moment of hesitation on Miss Cornelia's part, the room was again plunged in darkness except for the red glow at the window.
This finished Lizzie for the evening.

She spoke from a dry throat.
"I'm going to scream!" she sobbed hysterically.

"I can't keep it back!" But at last she had encountered someone who had no patience with her vagaries.
"Put that woman in the mantel-room and shut her up!" ordered the Unknown, the muzzle of his revolver emphasizing his words with a savage little movement.
Bailey took Lizzie under the arms and started to execute the order.

But the sometime colleen from Kerry did not depart without one Parthian arrow.
"Don't shove," she said in tones of the greatest dignity as she stumbled into the Hidden Room.