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These lads, named respectively Maurice Alymer and David Sarby, were in no way related to the major, who, as has been stated before, was a bachelor; but they had entered into his life in rather an odd fashion. Alymer was the son of a beautiful girl with whom Jen had been passionately in love, but she did not return his affection, and married one of his brother officers, who was afterward killed in the Ashantee war. On returning to England Jen cherished a hope that she would reward his love by a second marriage, but the shock of her husband's death proved too much for the fragile widow. She died within a week after receiving the terrible news, and left behind her a wailing infant, which was consigned to the cold charity of indifferent relatives.,"Still, in case," she insinuated with a giggle. "I don't think it would be such a bad sort of thing, do you, Norn?",I went.,Bruce opened his eyes and sat up, piercing Patricia with a keen gaze. Evidently he found no reserve behind her words, for he broke into a laugh and shook his head at her.,"Catalepsy?" guessed Major Jen, giving his mustache a nervous twist.,"Ay, but I do, major. Jaggard helped to steal the body of Mr. Alymer. He opened the window to admit his accomplices. When they fulfilled their task and got the body out of the room they turned on Jaggard and betrayed him. That is, they drugged him and knocked him down.",Patricia flung herself on the fur rug that lay before the empty fireplace.,"Want you, Molly?" he almost sobbed, and I felt his heart pounding hard next to my shoulder.,"H'm! This is all building on sand," said Jen, doubtfully. "Even to drug him, these men must have entered by the window.",Miss Jinny rose abruptly, and putting away her things, began preparations for tea.,Here Maurice set down his cup with a crash, and strode across the room, where he faced Etwald in no very pleasant frame of mind.,Patricia stamped her foot in vexation. "What do you mean?" she cried. "You're the most exasperating——".