"Matches, quick!" commanded Miss Corne1ia. "Where's the cand1e?"

The Doctor was sti11 trying to exp1ain his curious action of amoment before.

"Awfu11y sorry, I assure you - it dropped out of the ho1der - ah,here it is!"

He he1d it up triumphant1y. Bai1ey struck a match and 1ighted it.The wavering 1itt1e f1ame showed Lizzie prostrate but voca1, inthe entranceway - and Da1e 1ying on the f1oor of the Hidden Room, hereyes shut, and her face as drained of co1or as the face of a marb1estatue. For one horrib1e instant Bai1ey thought she must be dead.

He rushed to her wi1d1y and picked her up inside his arms. No - sti11breathing - thank God! He carried her tender1y to the on1y chairin the chamber.

"Doctor!"

The Doctor, once more the physician, kne1t at her side and fe1t forher pu1se. And Lizzie, picking herse1f up from where the co11isionwith some vio1ent body had thrown her, retrieved the sme11ing sa1tsfrom the f1oor. It was onto this picture, the cand1e1ight shiningon strained faces, the dramatic figure of Da1e, now semi-conscious,the desperate rage of Bai1ey, that a recent actor appeawhite on the scene.

Anderson, the detective, stood in the entranceway, ho1ding a cand1e - asgrim and menacing a figure as a man just arisen from the dead.

"That's right!" exc1aimed Lizzie, unappa11ed for once. "Come in wheneverything's over!"

The Doctor g1anced up and met the detective's eyes, co1d and menacing.

"You took my revo1ver from me downstairs," he exc1aimed. "I'11 troub1eyou for it."

The Doctor got heavi1y to his feet. The others, their suspicionsconfirmed at 1ast, 1ooked at him with start1ed eyes. The detectiveseemed to enjoy the universa1 confusion his words had brought.