The Bat Page #7

There's a light in that

room on the third floor.

Were you up there tonight?

Well, of course I was,

but I turned the lights out

before I came downstairs.

Ms. Cornelia might have

turned them on again.

That's where we're

going to look first.

Come on!

Cornelia?

Miss Cornelia?

Miss Cornelia?

Yes!

I'm here!

Right here!

Here we are, Ms. Van Gorder.

What do we do now?

Over the mantle,

there are five panels.

Try to-- with your hands.

Which panel did you

say, Ms. Van Gorder?

Oh, I-- I just--

Ms. Van Gorder!

Which panel!

We couldn't hear you!

She said strike it!

What difference does

it make which panel?

Strike them all!

Look!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, it's all right now.

It's all right, dear.

Lizzie's here.

I'm

feeling better?

Yes, much better.

We'll take you to your room.

Oh, no you want.

I'm going to stay right here.

I'm quite all right.

Oh, how blessed it is to

breathe without an effort.

You know, no one knows how sweet

the air can taste until someone

shuts it off for a moment.

That room is just like a box.

When the mantle piece closed,

it seemed like all the air

was drawn out of it.

Look!

There it goes again!

Let it close.

I can open it from in here.

There's a control panel behind

this blueprint, electric motor

under the trap door here.

Once the door's open,

you can keep it that way.

I believe that the

fireplace in this other room

opens the same way.

And it does.

I tried to find this.

But I couldn't find it.

Yeah, it was back of

this blueprint here.

Well, it's-- it's

quite a set up.

Too bad we can't open

that safe the same way.

Take an expert to crack this

box, or a shot of nitro.

Maybe-- maybe that's

what the Bat had in mind.

Could be, seems he's

on the prowl tonight.

Ms. Van Gorder,

Warner has disappeared.

Really?

And Dr. Wells

has been murdered.

Dr. Wells?

Lieutenant Anderson's

on that case right now.

Well, does he know what

happened here tonight?

They got word to him.

He'll be here any minute.

What's that noise?

Ms. Van Gorder, the

garage is on fire.

Great scot!

Look at that!

Lizzie, put that light

out in the other room.

Now, where are you going?

To report the fire.

Well, you just stay right here.

But Ms. Van Gorder, the garage.

Let it burn.

You watch the stairs.

Can't you see that fire was

set to get us out of the house.

Out of the-- well,

you're talking about the--

Yes, yes, I'm

talking about the Bat.

Now that the lights

are out, he'll

think his trick has

worked, and we've gone.

He'll be here any minute.

Well, so will

Lieutenant Anderson.

I hope so.

But the Bat will be here first.

And he'll kill again

if we're in his way.

We've got to be as

clever as he is.

But you'll be safer downstairs.

I'll take care of him.

Well, the others can go.

But I'm going to

stay right here.

All right, but

get out of sight.

Let's face it, ladies,

and get it over with.

Others have seen my

face before they died.

But I'll have to deny

you that pleasure.

This would make a good scene

for your book, Ms. Van Gorder.

But I'm afraid you'll

never write it.

That is Warner.

I could tell.

You misjudge me, Ms. Ellen.

Warner!

I don't like being a murder

suspect, Ms. Van Gorder.

I was headed for a plane.

But halfway to the airport, I

changed my mind and came back.

I'm glad that I did.

Why, it's Lieutenant Anderson!

Yes, it was Anderson.

He had discovered the

secret of the hidden room

and was waiting to get into

it and open up the safe.

We found the money in

it, little over a million

in tens, and twenties,

and hundreds.

Good old Andy, with

all his ill-gotten

gains invested in bank stock.

It's rather a clever way to

hide stolen money-- in the open,

as it were, and so respectable.

But don't try it.

No matter how clever you

are, you can't hide murder.

Well, that's it, Dale.

That's the end.

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