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"Ah," said Isabella, clasping her hands, "I am sure that it was that terrible man who made David kill Maurice. Oh, if I had only met Maurice on that night, I might have prevented the quarrel.","Yes. I have already told you so. In my speech for the defense you will be fully satisfied that I have good cause to act as I am doing.","I never give myself unnecessary trouble," he answered, calmly, "and, of course, I knew that I should find you here.","It must be hard on her," acquiesced Patricia. "Why didn't she get something else to do?","I'll give you the names later on, Mr. Inspector. In the meantime, be good enough to conclude your report of Battersea's confession. It interests me deeply.","It has everything to do with all of us," responded Patricia promptly. "We're just the tail of the comet, you know.","Yes, and Mrs. Dallas knows more about it than is good for her.",They parted, at the end of the sumptuous supper in the transformed ante-chamber, with a thousand plans for the coming season and a strong sense of enrichment in the friendship of these sincere and attractive neighbors.,Then just as I had got the first plan well going and was deciding whether to wear the mauve crêpe de Chine or the white chiffon with the rosebud embroidery as a first dose for my friends, a sweetness came in through my window that took my breath away, and I lay still with my hand over my heart and listened. It was Billy singing right under my window, and I've never heard him do it before in all his five years. It was the dearest old-fashioned tune ever written, and Billy sang the words as distinctly as if he had been a boy chorister doing a difficult recitative. My heart beat so it shook the lace on my breast, like a breeze from heaven, as he took the high note and then let it go on the last few words.,CHAPTER XXII. FOR THE DEFENSE.,"You believe that Dr. Etwald killed Maurice?","In that case you'll never hear what I have come to tell you.".