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"Mine also, major. Yet you don't suspect me of the deed.","I daresay," replied Maurice, coolly. "The more so, as I believe he has stolen the devil-stick.","Isn't the frat paper lovely?" she sighed. "I do hope I shall go to college—or else have a husband who belongs to a lot of——","On that night?" asked Jen, eagerly.,"The March Hare?" queried Patricia, much elated by this exhilarating society, and wishing more ardently than ever that she were fitted for this fascinating class.,Judith gulped the last mouthful and flung down her napkin.,"It isn't anything to kill for, Miss Pat," she rippled. "It's merely the Academy ball that takes place next week——","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.",The major looked inquiringly at his visitor. She was a tall and stately woman, with a fair complexion, steady blue eyes and hair of a deep red shade. Although close on twenty-five years of age, she was still a spinster, as much to the annoyance of her mother--a match-making matron--she had hitherto declined the most eligible offers for her hand. Her reasons for such refusals she would not state, but Jen, from certain observations, had long since guessed the truth. Lady Meg was deeply in love with Maurice Alymer, and it was for his sake that she remained single. Whether she knew that the young man loved Isabella Dallas it is impossible to say; but at all events she showed him very plainly the drift of her desires. The very indifference of Alymer had rendered her passion more violent and persistent. What would have been the conclusion of this one-sided love it is difficult to conjecture; but the death of Maurice had brought this and all other things to an abrupt conclusion.,Patricia flung herself on the fur rug that lay before the empty fireplace.,The old man's eyes brightened in anticipation of a feast, and he shuffled off round the corner as quickly as his age would allow him. Dido looked after him for a moment, considering the message he had brought from Dr. Etwald, and then began to think of the devil-stick.,"The man who did!".