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"Explain what?","Dr. Etwald!" repeated Mrs. Dallas, in what seemed to Jen to be a tone of relief. "Why do you think he killed Mr. Alymer?","That being the property of Mrs. Dallas, she had lost it there," interrupted Jen, smartly. "No. I told you also that Isabella had confessed to having dropped it at the time of her midnight visit. But now I know that she told me a lie!","On that night?" asked Jen, eagerly.,Judith's dismayed exclamation cut short her account of the activities at Greycroft.,"What do you think of the artists now?" asked Patricia, leaning back in the carriage as they were being whirled homeward. "Are they such serious people as you thought them, Norn?",Patricia halted by the chair at a side table where her name card lay. Her eyes were fastened on Judith with a peculiarly penetrating gaze, and her firm grasp detained the arm that would have escaped.,Judith's eyes were wide and dismayed.,After she had said good-bye and they Were waiting at the curator's desk, Elinor spoke musingly.,"Now hold your breath as long as you can," he commanded, and it fitted my mood exactly to do so.,They mounted the platform and, seating Elinor in the chair, filed before her, presenting one after another a grisly hand and cadaverous cheek for her salute.,"In a word," interrupted Jen, "this black witch had hypnotized Mrs. Dallas.".