Still, she must take precautions; look for aid somewhere.

But where could she look for aid?
She ran over in her mind the new acquaintances she had made since she moved to the country.

There was Doctor Wells, the local physician, who had joked with her about moving into the Bat's home territory--He seemed an intelligent man--but she knew him only slightly--she couldn't call a busy Doctor away from his patients to investigate something which might only prove to be a mare's-nest.

The boys Dale had met at the country club--"Humph!" she sniffed, "I'd rather trust my gumption than any of theirs." The logical person to call on, of course, was Richard Fleming, Courtleigh Fleming's nephew and heir, who had rented her the house.

He lived at the country club--she could probably reach him now.