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       Mary Roberts Rinehart, Avery Hopwood

      The Bat

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664641809

       CHAPTER ONE

       THE SHADOW OF THE BAT

       CHAPTER TWO

       THE INDOMITABLE MISS VAN GORDER

       CHAPTER THREE

       PISTOL PRACTICE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       THE STORM GATHERS

       CHAPTER FIVE

       ALOPECIA AND RUBEOLA

       CHAPTER SIX

       DETECTIVE ANDERSON TAKES CHARGE

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CROSS-QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       THE GLEAMING EYE

       CHAPTER NINE

       A SHOT IN THE DARK

       CHAPTER TEN

       THE PHONE CALL FROM NOWHERE

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       BILLY PRACTICES JIU-JITSU

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       "I DIDN'T KILL HIM."

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       THE BLACKENED BAG

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       HANDCUFFS

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       THE SIGN OF THE BAT

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       THE HIDDEN ROOM

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       ANDERSON MAKES AN ARREST

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       THE BAT STILL FLIES

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       MURDER ON MURDER

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       "HE IS—THE BAT!"

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       QUITE A COLLECTION

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      "You've got to get him, boys—get him or bust!" said a tired police chief, pounding a heavy fist on a table. The detectives he bellowed the words at looked at the floor. They had done their best and failed. Failure meant "resignation" for the police chief, return to the hated work of pounding the pavements for them—they knew it, and, knowing it, could summon no gesture of bravado to answer their chief's. Gunmen, thugs, hi-jackers, loft-robbers, murderers, they could get them all in time—but they could not get the man he wanted.

      "Get him—to hell with expense—I'll give you carte blanche—but get him!" said a haggard millionaire in the sedate inner offices of the best private detective firm in the country. The man on the other side of the desk, man hunter extraordinary, old servant of Government and State, sleuthhound without a peer, threw up his hands in a gesture of odd hopelessness. "It isn't the money, Mr. De Courcy—I'd give every cent I've made to get the man you want—but I can't promise you results—for the first time in my life." The conversation was ended.

      "Get him? Huh! I'll get him, watch my smoke!" It was young ambition speaking in a certain set of rooms in Washington. Three days later young ambition lay in a New York gutter with a bullet in his heart and a look of such horror and surprise on his dead face that even the ambulance-Doctor who found him felt shaken.