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"Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!",She put the question to Griffin when she met her in the hall after the class had broken up in disorder to celebrate the initiation by a general gambol through the deserted halls and corridors. Patricia and Griffin were seating themselves on a drawing-board at the top of the short flight of stone steps that connected the back corridor with the exhibition rooms above.,"Mother!" cried Isabella, with a pale face.,Griffin looked sadly in the direction of the voice.,Patricia gazed approvingly at the dim, shadowy study of graceful figures grouped in attentive attitudes about a reader in a landscape of suggested loveliness that spoke to any observer with delicate symbolism.,Patricia underwent a swift change as she lifted her shining eyes to Bruce's laughing face.,"Don't speak to me, you scoundrel, until you tell me what you have done with the body of my boy.","I think we might let her share with us this time," she said gently, and Judith's relief was beautiful to behold.,Griffin yawned elaborately and then addressed Margaret Howes with lifted eyebrows.,"I hear the name of Max Etwald coupled with the crime of murder. Is this the way you treat your guests, major?","She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly adores you!","Never mind at present," said Jen, evasively. "I'll tell you that later on. In the meantime, let me state the case. Maurice was killed on the high road by means, as I verily believe, of the devil-stick. You know about that, of course.".