The Bat (Chapter 3, page 1 of 13)


Previous Page
Next Page

Chapter 3

She knew who it was, of course. The Bat! No doubt of it. And yet--did the Bat ever threaten before he struck? She could not remember. But it didn't matter. The Bat was unprecedented--unique. At any rate, Bat or no Bat, she must think out a course of action. The defection of cook and housemaid left her alone in the house with Lizzie and Billy--and Dale, of course, if Dale returned. Two old women, a young girl, and a Japanese butler to face the most dangerous criminal in America, she thought grimly. And yet--one couldn't be sure. The threatening letter might be only a joke--a letter from a crank--after all. 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. She was just on the point of doing so when she decided against it--partly from delicacy, partly from an indefinable feeling that he would not be of much help. Besides, she thought sturdily, it's my house now, not his. He didn't guarantee burglar protection in the lease.

Previous Page
Next Page


Rate This Book

Current Rating: 2.2/5 (201 votes cast)



Review This Book or Post a Comment