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"Why no, Mr. Maurice, I can't say as I did.","What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me.","What was it all about?" asked Patricia, much diverted by the picture of the mournful monitor facing the dreaded Board. "What did she say?","You must have had a thought wave, Miss Patricia," said Tom Hughes. "The unexpected friend is here all right.","Battersea!" said David, repeating the name in a puzzled tone. "How did he become possessed of it? Has he anything to do with the crime?","No, no," cried Mrs. Dallas, wringing her hands. "She will catch the train there and go to London. Oh, why didn't you stop her?","True," said Jen; "and why should these wretches have murdered that man?",Before Maurice could take up the implied challenge, which threw doubts upon his moral courage, Mrs. Dallas advanced heavily to meet her visitors. Isabella had already flitted like a white butterfly into the drawing-room, and her mother received the two young men alone. Her reception was, as usual, ponderous and vague.,"Look, look!" cried Judith, her eyes alight and her whole slender little figure relaxed. "Two trees are down!",Judith clapped her hands. "We'll go, won't we, Bruce, and Elinor, and Miss Jinny?" she asked, whirling to each authority in turn. "We'll see dear, delectable Greycroft and have our picnic in the barn?",Speedily, however, she recovered herself, and with a dark smile of contempt and pity she was about to deny all, when Jen brought out his last accusation.,"The assassin--you know the assassin? Who is he or she?".