The Bat Page #4

That's just that heavy tapestry

at the top of the stairs.

I know.

I know.

I've heard it before

on a windy night.

But that sounds as if there

was someone on the stairs.

I know there isn't, at

least there shouldn't be.

There ain't.

Them's just the noises

you here in any old house

on a windy night.

It says here that the Bat

never leaves no fingerprints.

That's understandable.

Having no face, he probably

has no fingers either.

Lizzie!

And that, I suppose, is the

cat dropping its dentures?

No, no, I don't think so.

But I think it's something

should be looked into.

Now, who chucked him down here?

The wind, I hope.

There must be a

window open up there.

No, Lizzie!

Let him lay.

Let him sleep it off.

I hope the power lines don't

go down, put the lights out.

We'll check the windows

in the living room,

and drawn the curtains,

and then we'll go to bed.

Yes, ma'am.

I won't be a minute.

Ms. Corny!

What was that?

Oh, when I went to get the

paper, I turned the latch off.

I forgot to turn it on again.

He's out there.

He was coming in.

He might have got you.

Oh, but he didn't.

And he's still out

there, thanks to you.

Now, you hurry now, and

we'll call the police.

No, no, I won't

leave you, Ms. Corny.

Are you ok?

Yes, ma'am, I'm ok.

Ok.

Operator:
Operator?

Give me the police

department, please.

Officer:
Zenith

police department.

This is Cornelia Van Gorder.

I'm living at the Oaks.

We know about that,

Ms. Van Gorder.

Just a moment ago, a man

tried to force his way

into this house.

Officer:
You're not

alone there, are you?

What about your servants?

Well, I have none

except my chauffeur.

And he's away.

He won't be back

until the morning.

Now, there's only two

of us here tonight.

And we're going to lock

ourselves in my room.

Now, uh, if-- if any of

your men see anything,

will you have them call me?

Officer:
I'll send officers

over there right away.

Well, thank you very much.

Come on, Lizzie.

We're going to sleep in my room.

Well, nothing can get at us in

this room now, I don't think.

This door seems good and solid.

Like the door to a tomb.

Uh, I think that couch

will be comfortable.

There's some extra bedding,

you know, in the closet.

Let's see now.

Oh, uh-huh, no bolt.

Well, that's not so good.

What's that for?

That, my good woman,

is a boobie trap.

If anybody tries to

open this transom,

this'll be knocked off.

And we'll hear it fall.

Oh, fiddlesticks, I forgot my

night things, my robe, my gown,

and my slippers.

I'll go get them now.

Now, wait a minute, Lizzie.

I'll go with you--

Now don't you

bother, Ms. Cornelia.

My room's just down the hall.

Cornelia Van Gorder:

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