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"But I assure you, David, the handkerchief is hers.",Patricia gazed gloomily at the door of the life-class room.,"Without doubt the body was taken out through the window," he said to Jen. "The flower-bed beneath the lattice is trampled down. It was carried across the lawn--for I could see by the light of the lantern the footmarks of four feet--and through the bushes into the lane. The way can be traced easily enough to that point; but it is too dark to note any further sign.","Why?" asked Jen, with military brevity.,"And the plain conclusion of the whole affair," soliloquized Jen, "is that Mrs. Dallas must have stolen the devil-stick, must have murdered Maurice, and must have drugged Jaggard for the purpose of completing her devilish work by stealing my poor boy's body. But her reason?",CHAPTER V. DR. ETWALD'S WARNING.,"Yes. I know something, but what it is I dare not tell you now, Uncle Jen," he added, gravely looking at the elder. "If you are wise, you will not pursue your inquiry.","Sometimes it hurts." Then a cyclone happened to me.,"De debble-stick! Whar is it?","And you, Mr. Sarby, I can tell from your attitude, from your look; you love Miss Dallas.","Why not? I have a profession and a small property. We love one another dearly, so I don't see what grounds she has for refusal.","Bless your heart, Infant, you're a martyr to our long tongues!" cried Patricia, jumping up and putting out the light. "Go to sleep now. We won't chirp a single note. Good-night, and happy dreams!".