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An hour or so later in a living-room whose terrors had departed, Miss / Cornelia, her niece, and Jack Bailey were gathered before a roaring / fire. The local police had come and gone; the bodies of Courtleigh / Fleming and his nephew had been removed to the mortuary; Beresford had / returned to his home, though under summons as a material witness; the / Bat, under heavy guard, had gone off under charge of the detective. As / for Doctor Wells, he too was under arrest, and a broken man, though, / considering the fact that Courtleigh Fleming had been throughout the / prime mover in the conspiracy, he might escape with a comparatively / light sentence. In a little while the newspapermen of all the great / journals would be at the door-but for a moment the sorely tried group / at Cedarcrest enjoyed a temporary respite and they made the best of it / while they could.
The fire burned brightly and the lovers, hand in hand, sat before it. / But Miss Cornelia, birdlike and brisk, sat upright on a chair near by / and relived the greatest triumph of her life while she knitted with / automatic precision.