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Dale and Lizzie on one side--Bailey on the other--collected the keys of the other closets from their locks while Miss Cornelia stared at the one whose doors were closed as if she would force its secret fro the last few minutes, that, unconsciously, the others had ceased to pay much attention to him, except the casual attention one devotes to a piece of furniture Even Lizzie's eyes were now fixed on the locked closet And the Unknown himself was the first to notice this

At once his expression altered to one of cunning--cautiously, with infinite patience, he began to inch his chair over toward the wicker clothes ha about the roo his chair

At last he ithin reach of the revolver His hand shot out in one swift sinuous thrust--clutched the weapon--withdrew He then concealed the revolver aarments as best he could and, cautiously as before, inched his chair back again to its original position When the others noticed hiain, the mask of lifelessness was back on his face and one could have sworn he had not changed his position by the breadth of an inch

"There--that unlocked it!" cried Miss Cornelia triumphantly at last, as the key to one of the other closet doors slid smoothly into the lock and she heard the click that meant victory

She was about to throw open the closet door But Bailey motioned her back

"I'd keep back a little," he cautioned "You don't knohat may be inside"

"Mercy sakes, ants to know?" shivered Lizzie Dale and Miss Cornelia, too, stepped aside involuntarily as Bailey took the candle and prepared, with a good deal of caution, to open the closet door

The door swung open at last He could look in He did so--and stared appalled at what he sahile goose flesh crawled on his spine and the hairs of his head stood up

After a moment he closed the door of the closet and turned back, white-faced, to the others

"What is it?" said Dale aghast "What did you see?"

Bailey found himself unable to answer for a ether He turned to Miss Van Gorder

"Miss Cornelia, I think we have found the ghost the Jap butler saw," he said slowly "How are your nerves?"

Miss Cornelia extended a hand that did not tremble

"Give me the candle"

He did so She went to the closet and opened the door

Whatever faults Miss Cornelia e was not one of the ht well have crumpled to the floor, as if struck down by an invisible ha open before her