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Elinor and Patricia were so occupied with the room that she almost escaped reproof, but Patricia, as she turned from admiring the stairway that wound up one side of the studio to a nook in the peaked roof above, caught a very knowing look on her little sister's face which was meant for Bruce, and she pounced on her immediately.,"Maurice! Yes, I am thinking about him; and you know why.","But that is ridiculous," said he. "The commission of a crime presupposes a motive. Now what motive had Dido to kill your friend?",There was a rustle of approval at her quiet tone and a stir as of the assembly breaking up, but again the leader motioned for silence.,Yes, the word "trousseau" ought to have a definite surname after it always, and that's why my loyalty dragged poor Mr. Carter out into the light of my conscience. The thinking of him had a strange effect on me. I had laid out the dream in dark grey-blue cloth, tailored almost beyond endurance, to wear in the train going home, and had thrown the old black silk bag across the chair to give to the hotel maid, but the decision of the session between conscience and loyalty made me pack the precious blue wonder and put on once more the black rags of remembrance in a kind of panic of respect.,"My dear Maurice, how can you possibly do that, when you refuse to tell my mother of our engagement?",This was easier said than done, as Mrs. Dallas would not allow Maurice to set foot in the house. Still Maurice hoped to learn the truth from the tramp himself, a hope that proved futile also, Battersea had gone on one of his begging excursions, and for quite a week was not seen in the neighborhood of "Ashantee." Then he suddenly made his appearance at the house, and asked to see Maurice. On being led into the hall, Alymer came out to speak with him, and after a few words he took the old man into the library. Jen, who was rather curious to know what Maurice might learn from the disreputable old scamp, waited patiently for the termination of the interview. As Alymer did not reappear, he sought the library, and found the young man alone.,"Wake up, old lady," cried Patricia. "There's the gong, and we must fly.",CHAPTER IV. VOODOO! VOODOO!,Patricia could scarcely wait till Miss Leighton was out of earshot.,"Go ahead, if you can do it," said a masculine voice at her elbow. "The Academy won't object, I'm sure.","What does she want to see me about?" asked Jen, coldly..