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"You must be, if you know who killed Maurice, yet refuse to confess," retorted Jen, with some heat. "Will you tell me the truth? I ask you for the last time." The lips that Patricia had designated as "nice and crinkly" widened in a bright smile that held no hint of hauteur. "As your adopted father, I demand an answer." "There can be only one explanation," he muttered. "David is mad.".