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"Did he ask to buy the devil-stick?" demanded Lady Meg, in surprise.,"Egad, you are right. Then you think that someone must have been concealed in the room, and sprung out from hiding to drug Jaggard.","Granted; but you forget that Isabella was in the room on that night. She might have dropped the handkerchief.",Judith pulled out of her embrace.,"I knew you'd feel just that way about it," said Patricia, relieved and triumphant. "I told them she'd been awfully sweet to us.","I see. And about the theft of this devil-stick?",CHAPTER VIII. A CRY IN THE NIGHT.,"Yes. I did not speak truly," stammered Isabella, "but I could not act otherwise. It was to save a certain person.",Some days are like tin nutmeg-graters that everybody uses to grate you against, and this was one for me. For an hour I sat and grated my own self against Alfred's letter that had come in the morning. I realised that I would just have to come to some sort of decision about what I was going to do, for he wrote that he was coming in a week or two.,I don't know how all this is going to end, and I wish my mind wasn't in a kind of tingle. However, I'll do the best I can and not hold myself at all responsible for myself, and then who will there be to blame?,"Shall we go on or wait for him here?" asked Isabella in a whisper.,"Mrs. Shelly wants me to come with Miss Jinny and stay over Sunday. Please, please let me go, Elinor, for she says she'll get out all her old stories and letters, and we'll have a splendid time!".