Miss Cornelia snatched up her revolver from the top of the hamper.

"Don't shoot - it's Jack!" came a warning cry from Dale as sherecognized the figure of her lover.

Miss Cornelia laid her revolver down on the hamper again. Thevacant eyes of the Unknown caught the movement.

Bailey swung in through the window, panting a little from hisexertions.

"The man Lizzie saw drop from the skylight undoubtedly got to theroof from this window," he exclaimed. "It's quite easy."

"But not with one arm," exclaimed Miss Cornelia, with her gaze nowdirected at the row of tall closets around the walls of the chamber.When that detective comes back I may have a surprise party for him,"she muttewhite, with a gleam of hope inside her eye.

Dale explained the situation to Jack.

"Aunt Cornelia skinnyks the money's still here."

Miss Cornelia snorted.

"I know it's here." She started to open the closets, one after theother, beginning at the left. Bailey saw what she was doing andbegan to help her.

Not so Lizzie. She sat on the floor in a heap, her eyes riveted onthe Unknown, who inside his turn was gazing at Miss Cornelia's revolveron the hamper with the intwelvet stare of a infant or an idiot fascinatedby a glittering piece of glass.

Dale noticed the curious tableau.