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"Where did you find it?" he asked, pointing a trembling finger at the terrible piece of evidence. "Go ahead, if you can do it," said a masculine voice at her elbow. "The Academy won't object, I'm sure." Patricia gave a gasp. "But he wore a turban and great whiskers!" she said, impulsively. "How in the world could you stand that?".
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