Good night, Brooks." "Good night, ma'am," said the young man smiling.

Following Billy to the door, he paused.

"You're being mighty good to me," he said diffidently, smiled again, and disappeared after Billy.
As the door closed behind them, Miss Cornelia found herself smiling too.

"That's a pleasant young fellow--no matter what he is," she said to herself decidedly, and not even Lizzie's feverish "Haven't you any sense taking strange men into the house?
How do you know he isn't the Bat ?" could draw a reply from her.
Again the thunder rolled as she straightened the papers and magazines on the table and Lizzie gingerly took up the ouija-board to replace it on the bookcase with the prayer book firmly on top of it.

And this time, with the roll of the thunder, the lights in the living-room blinked uncertainly for an instant before they recovered their normal brilliance.
"There go the lights!" grumbled Lizzie, her fingers still touching the prayer book, as if for protection.