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"My dear child," he said slowly, "I kept our engagement secret on account of David. I have seen for a long time that he loves you, and knowing his fiery temper, I did not wish to provoke a quarrel by telling him that you had promised to be my wife. But last night the truth was forced from me at dinner, and David declared that he intended to ask you to marry him.","I reckon most of the nippiness in this tale is Nero's work—not mine," she said, smoothing the long folds of gray lansdown into shape with absent fingers. "You see, it was this way. Old Miss Fell, who lives in that big red brick house——","Exactly. Isabella Dallas, and none other, killed your boy Maurice.",Just as they had finished, to their great satisfaction the studio knocker sounded the quick double knock that always heralded Griffin, and Judith flew to welcome her.,CHAPTER XII JUDITH'S DISCOVERY,"I do," replied Jen, decisively. "But the evidence--ah, the evidence. Well," he added, after a pause, "I have something to go on, in this refilled devil-stick, and the saturated handkerchief.",Judith finished dabbling her fingers in the finger-bowl, and wiped them daintily. Then she raised her clear eyes to the expectant company.,"Why did you not tell me of this before?" asked the major.,"The devil-stick!" gasped Jen, pointing a shaking finger at the wall. "The devil-stick!","I wish this were the night for night life," said Patricia fervently. "I'd stay and watch you begin——","Why not?" said Etwald, coolly. "Mrs. Dallas had no reason to steal the devil-stick, yet--","It's only a week," protested Margaret Howes, firmly. "We had to wait till the Board met, you know.".