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CHAPTER XXI. A NINE DAYS' WONDER.,"Ah! That is what I wish to learn. Well?","Ah," said the doctor, with irony, "we shall see if you will venture so far.","The assassin--you know the assassin? Who is he or she?","Well, of all things!" exclaimed Patricia indignantly. "We're locked out!","I can't see how they can be so unfriendly to her," she said warmly. "She is so kind and agreeable. Of course, she doesn't associate with everybody, but neither does Margaret Howes nor Griffin either, for that matter. So far from being jealous, she's been specially sociable with me, and I felt quite flattered by it.","Do you really want to go?" asked Patricia, beaming. "The modeling room's open, and you can always see the antique.","I'm certain of it, major; and it was that black witch who stole the body.","Did we draw such rosy pictures?" asked Patricia in surprise. "I thought we told you it was remarkably spotty and just as smelly.","Your mother," he muttered, hardly believing the evidence of his own senses. "Your mother stole the devil-stick?","There isn't any table—" she had begun, still with slight protest in her voice, when Bruce ushered them up the narrow vertical stair to the larger room above where more tables and windows made a cozy dining place for about a dozen people.,"What did I miss?" called Elinor's voice from the other room, where she had come in unnoticed..