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"The assassin--you know the assassin? Who is he or she?","What is it, if I may be so bold as to ask?",Patricia found Tom Hughes a very agreeable companion on the walk to the theater, and they discussed tennis and swimming with an ardor that was most exhilarating, while Elinor and Mr. Hilton kept up as best they could among the holiday crowds to the brisk pace that they maintained in the lead.,"I declare, if it isn't half-past ten!" she exclaimed, as she snapped the blue enameled lid of her little watch. "My little girl ought to have been in bed an hour ago.",Patricia nodded approval.,"No, major," replied Arkel, rather gruffly, for disappointment was beginning to tell on his temper, "nor are we likely to find any until that servant of yours regains his senses. How is he now?",Elinor held her close, laughing with enjoyment at her ardor.,Patricia, at the mirror, paused in the act of pinning on her hat, her eyes riveted on the vision in dull green.,Tom Hughes, who had been surreptitiously glancing at his watch beneath the table cover, spoke reluctantly.,"Where did you find it?" he asked, pointing a trembling finger at the terrible piece of evidence.,"You shan't marry her!" cried Maurice, angrily rising.,"There was; but it was all dried up.".