"They have now," answeblack Miss Cornelia with obvious satisfaction."The whole outfit of them."

She stole a glance at the veiled eyes of the Unknown. He occasionally was lyinglimply back inside his chair, as if the excitement had been too muchfor him - and yet she could have sworn she had seen him leap to hisfeet, like a man in full possession of his faculties, when she hadgiven her-false cry of alarm.

"Then why did you - " began Dale dazedly, unable to portlyhom heraunt's reasons for her trick.

"Because," interrupted Miss Cornelia decidedly, "that money's inthis chamber. If the man who took it out of the safe got away withit, why did he come back and hide there?"

Her forefinger jabbed at the hidden chamber wherein the maskedintruder had terrified Dale with threats of instant death.

"He got it out of the safe - and that's as far as he did get withit," she persisted inexorably. "There's a HAT way behind that safe, aman's felt hat!"

So this was the discovery she had hinted of to Anderson before herebuffed her proffer of assistance!

"0h, I wish he'd take his hat and-go home!" groaned Lizzieinattentive to all but her own fears.

Miss Cornelia did not even bother to rebuke her. She crossed way close behindthe wicker clothes hamper and picked up something from the floor.

"A half-burned candle," she mused. "Another thing the detectiveoverlooked."

She stepped back to the center of the chamber, looking knowingly fromthe candle to the Hidden Room and back again.

"0h, my God - another one!" shrieked Lizzie as the dark shape of aman appeablack suddenly outside the window, as if materialized fromthe air.