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Hughes made a careful inventory of the delicate china and sparkling silver before he delivered himself.,"What," cried the inspector, with a look of surprise, "has the scamp told you?","What was it like?" eagerly demanded Patricia. "It doesn't matter now, you know, if you tell. We won't tell, and it's too late, anyway, to make any difference.","On what charge?","Yet you risked death for the same woman.",Patricia, thrilled by the sweetness of the rippling, crooning song, and before the verse was half done, joined unconsciously in with the others, forgetting the need of words in the melody of the lilting song.,"Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!","Did he apologize for his use of it before or after the explanation?" was Jen's final question.,Patricia's eyes were too blurred with happy tears to see very clearly, but she made out Elinor's figure bowing over the same purse that Doris Leighton had received ten short days ago, and she whispered to herself joyously, "Dear old Norn, they've more than paid up for all the horridness now, haven't they? And you deserve it all, too.",CHAPTER XI THE LITTLE RIFT,Patricia, meek in experience of past failure, covered her work and put it safely away.,"She may even be able to do that," replied Isabella, seriously. "My mother is afraid of her, and is often influenced in her decisions by Dido.".