Image from Pexels
BAT WING
By Sax Rohmer
Enjoy this fictional crime story. There are 35 chapters to this story.
Chapters
CHAPTER I. PAUL HARLEY OF CHANCERY LANE
CHAPTER VII. AT THE LAVENDER ARMS
CHAPTER VIII. THE CALL OF M’KOMBO
CHAPTER XI. THE SHADOW ON THE BLIND
CHAPTER XIII. AT THE GUEST HOUSE
CHAPTER XVII. NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON
CHAPTER XVIII. INSPECTOR AYLESBURY OF MARKET HILTON
CHAPTER XX. A SPANISH CIGARETTE
CHAPTER XXI. THE WING OF A BAT
CHAPTER XXII. COLIN CAMBER’S SECRET
CHAPTER XXIII. INSPECTOR AYLESBURY CROSS-EXAMINES
CHAPTER XXIV. AN OFFICIAL MOVE
CHAPTER XXV. AYLESBURY’S THEORY
CHAPTER XXVI. IN MADAME’S ROOM
CHAPTER XXVIII. MY THEORY OF THE CRIME
CHAPTER XXIX. A LEE-ENFIELD RIFLE
CHAPTER XXX. THE SEVENTH YEW TREE
CHAPTER XXXI. YSOLA CAMBER’S CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXXII. PAUL HARLEY’S EXPERIMENT
CHAPTER XXXIII. PAUL HARLEY’S EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CREEPING SICKNESS
CHAPTER XXXV. AN AFTERWORD
This shall be a brief afterword, for I have little else to say. As Madame had predicted, all antidotes and restoratives were of no avail. She had taken enough of some drug which she had evidently had in her possession for this very purpose to ensure that there should be no awakening, and although Dr. Rolleston was on the spot within half an hour, Madame de Stämer was already past human aid.
There are perhaps one or two details which may be of interest. For instance, as a result of the post-mortem examination of Colonel Menendez, no trace of disease was discovered in any of the organs, but from information supplied by his solicitors, Harley succeeded in tracing the Paris specialist to whom Madame de Stämer had referred; and he confirmed her statement in every particular. The disease, to which he gave some name which I have forgotten, was untraceable, he declared, by any means thus far known to science.
As we had anticipated, the bulk of Colonel Don Juan’s wealth he had bequeathed to Madame de Stämer, and she in turn had provided that all of which she might die possessed should be divided between certain charities and Val Beverley.
I thus found myself at the time when all these legal processes terminated engaged to marry a girl as wealthy as she was beautiful. Therefore, except for the many grim memories which it had left with me, nothing but personal good fortune resulted from my sojourn at Cray’s Folly, beneath the shadow of that Bat Wing which had had no existence outside the cunning imagination of Colonel Juan Menendez.
THE END