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"Take off that handkerchief!" barked the Unknown,at the black silk handkerchief that still hid the face of the Bat froard, desperate features with a quick asp went up from Dale and Miss Cornelia

It was Anderson, the detective! And he was--the Bat!

"It's Mr Anderson!" stuttered Dale, aghast at the discovery

The Unknown gloated over his captive

"I' ood actor, Bat, for a fellow that's such a bad actor!" he taunted "How did you get the dope on this case? Did you tap the wires to headquarters?"

The Bat allowed himself a little sardonic san, then, suddenly, made his last bid for freedom With one swift, desperate movement, in spite of his handcuffs, he jerked the real Anderson's revolver fro rapidity on Bailey, brought the butt of Anderson's revolver down on his wrist Bailey's revolver fell to the floor with a clatter The Bat swung toward the door Again the tables were turned!

"Hands up, everybody!" he ordered, roup with the stolen pistol "Hands up--you!" as Miss Cornelia kept her hands at her sides

It was the greatest moment of Miss Cornelia's life She smiled sweetly and came toward the Bat as if the pistol aimed at her heart were as innocuous as a toothbrush

"Why?" she queried o"

The Bat flung the revolver toward her with a curse The real Anderson instantly snatched up the gun that Bailey had dropped and covered the Bat

"Don't move!" he warned, "or I'll fill you full of lead!" He smiled out of the corner of hisup the revolver that the Bat had flung at her--her own revolver

"You see--you never knohat a woman will do," he continued

Miss Cornelia smiled She broke open the revolver, five loaded shells fell from it to the floor The Bat stared at her--then stared incredulously at the bullets

"You see," she said, "I, too, have a little iination!"