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Elinor intercepted them at the bottom just as they were preparing for a third flight.,"Obi!" was the brief reply. "You hab told ole Dido what she wish about de debble-stick.","Lies, lies, lies!" said Jen, scornfully. "If I could only--but enough of this for the time being," he added, abruptly. "We will talk of these things on a more fitting occasion.","They killed Maurice!",Isabella looked calmly at them both.,"Ah," cried Jen, "you admit your guilt?","You'll know everything to-morrow.',CHAPTER XI. MAJOR JEN, DETECTIVE.,"Yes, to see you," she replied, with a serious face. "In order to talk with you about my last visit--on that terrible night.",When he vanished round the curve of the drive, Isabella, with a very pale face, turned toward Dido.,But Elinor, far from showing rancor, shook the bony hands and kissed the sunken cheeks with as good grace as though she were receiving her dearest friends. She even made some little speech to each, though Patricia was too far away to catch more than a word or two.,And its goodness was the wile,.