By the time you read this the paper will be on the way to the proper hands, and by morning the four where they should be.

There were a few articles in your clothes I thought it better to take charge of in case--well, in case of ACCIDENT." Jimmie Dale tore the note up, and smiled wryly at the door.

He felt in his pockets.

Mask, revolver, burglar's tools, and the thin metal insignia case were gone.
"And I had the sublime optimism," murmured Jimmie Dale, "to spend months trying to find her as Larry the Bat!".