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CHAPTER XXIV. A FINAL SURPRISE.,Dido bent forward and touched the tramp on his temples.,Patricia was silent, weighing this suggestion. They both broke into negation at once as they reached their own front door.,Maurice, whose nerves were proof against such fantasies, laughed disbelievingly.,"Yes, Mr. Alymer," replied Etwald, deliberately, "it reminds me of a man who died.","I have told all the lies you wished me to tell," she said, hurriedly. "I have hidden from the sharp eyes of Major Jen those things which you wished hidden, and all at the cost of my honor and honesty.",Elinor paused in her hair brushing, and sank down on the stool, absently propping her chin on her brush.,"Dido!" cried Isabella. "You did not run away?" "No, missy. I tell de truth against dat man.",Toward the morning Jen slept for an hour or so, and when he rose and had taken his bath he felt much refreshed, and ready to face Etwald at this final interview. At eleven o'clock Mrs. Dallas arrived with Isabella, the latter looking wan and ill. Even had the major not promised to be silent, he could not have brought himself to tell the poor girl the truth at that moment. After all, she was perfectly innocent, and had committed the crime unwittingly. Dido was the culprit, not Isabella; and the major felt a profound pity for the miserable girl, who had been made a tool of by the unscrupulous negress and the evil-minded Etwald.,"What! that criminal?","Dido! Well, I admit that such a barbaric treasure would tempt her, the more particularly as she knows about such wizard instruments. Ask her if she took it.","Dido," cried Mrs. Dallas, in a trembling voice, "is this true?".