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"Pooh, I shan't mind how criss-cross he is," declared Patricia valiantly. "I'm only the rankest greenhorn, anyway. He can't expect me to be a Rodin.","I'm certain of it, major; and it was that black witch who stole the body.","I guessed as much," resumed Etwald, with a cold smile. "Now, it is strange--","No," said Lady Meg, speaking for the first time, "because I did not know if you had come by it honestly.","Why, of course," interrupted Isabella again. "Don't you remember. Dido, you were asked if you had taken it?","See here," said Patricia, facing her severely. "I'm tired of your deceptive timidity. Just let someone else say you can't do it, and you'd feel mighty mad about it, but you're willing to scare me out of my feeble senses by croaking.","You can depend upon my silence," said Isabella, who held out her hand.,"Where did you find it?" he asked, pointing a trembling finger at the terrible piece of evidence.,"I can't answer that question either," said the doctor, taking up his hat. "A detective may be able to assist you on those points. Engage one.",Judith crept near to Mrs. Shelly and caught her hand close in both of hers. The others put eager questions. Griffin, who was deeply stirred, answered breathlessly. Suddenly, in the midst of the quiet, home-like, cozy evening, had come tragedy and the shadow of death.,"M. D.!" said the major to himself. "Margaret Dallas, the mother of Isabella. How did her handkerchief come into the room on that night? And the perfume?","I'll sing 'Mary of Argyle' first, and then a new little song, but it won't sound very well without any accompaniment," she said simply, and then, folding her hands before her and tilting her head like a bird, she began to sing, softly at first and then louder till her voice soared and rang echoing through the bare, empty rooms that flanked the lunch rooms..