CHAPTER XIISPEAKS OF THE MANNER IN WHICH THE GATES OF SCHWARTZBERG WERE OPENED
THROUGH the fragments of the window sash and the shreds of the blind, Bat Scanlon looked out upon the moonlit night. Directly under the window was a roof, as near as he could judge, that of the stable. Between this and the top of the wall there was a space of some twelve feet.
“And the fellow with the cough took it like a broad jumper,” commented Bat. “Well, well, we live and learn.”
Then a light illuminated the room behind him; he turned and met the wondering face of Miss Knowles.
“What has happened?” she asked, rather breathlessly.
Bat surveyed her with much composure. He had been right in his estimate of her beauty; that wasn’t to be denied. He was sure he’d never seen a more splendid example of her type
