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, menacing the group 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 mildly.