“Oh, my God—another one!” shrieked Lizzie as the dark shape of a man appeared suddenly outside the window, as if materialized from the air.
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 she recognized the figure of her lover.
Miss Cornelia laid her revolver down on the hamper again. The vacant eyes of the Unknown caught the movement.
Bailey swung in through the window, panting a little from his exertions.
“The man Lizzie saw drop from the skylight undoubtedly got to the roof from this window,” he said. “It’s quite easy.”
“But not with one hand,” said Miss Cornelia, with her gaze now directed at the row of tall closets around the walls of the room. “When that detective comes back I may have a surprise party for him,” she muttered, with a gleam of hope in her eye.
Dale explained the situation to Jack.
“Aunt Cornelia thinks the money’s still here.”
Miss Cornelia snorted.