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Judith's only reply was a giggle.,"The window open," said Jaggard, thoughtfully. "Then it must have been opened from the inside, sir.",At the door she turned, with expansive kindliness.,Yet Jen knew what he was about, and he was acting merely in accordance with an agreement he had made with Sarby. After that memorable interview in the library, when Etwald was accused and arrested, Arkel took away his prisoner in custody by virtue of the warrant, and left Major Jen alone with the counsel for the defense. The assassin--so-called--and Inspector Arkel left the room; they left the house. When the sound of Etwald's carriage--for he went to Deanminster jail in his own brougham--had died away in the distance, Jen, who had hitherto kept silence, raised his head and looked at David.,"Don't go away, Miss Dallas," he said, entreatingly. "I have something to say to your mother which concerns you.","God forbid that my heart should harbor so ill a thought," cried Jen, with natural horror. "But I tell you what, David. We must sift this affair to the bottom. Maurice is dead, his assassin is at large, so we must catch him.","I must say, Elinor," she began, in response to a question, "that it's very different from what you girls led me to expect.","I have a postscript to add," smiled Bruce. "Sometimes, as you know, the postscript is of great importance.","I'll see to it that you don't forget, miss," she said gayly. "Good-bye, Judy; don't be late for lunch, for it's short and sweet with us real artists. We can't potter over our food like you idle Philistines, you know.","In other words," said Maurice, pointedly, "you have obtained an influence over her.",He held up his finger.,I didn't read any more, but pushed it back in a hurry and went back to the company comforted in a way, but feeling a little more in sympathy with Mrs. Johnson than I had before Aunt Bettie and her guest from London had interrupted our algebraic demonstration on the man subject. You can't always be sure of the right answer to X in any proposition of life; that is, a woman can't!.