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"Oh, let me stay," urged Patricia. "You can read out loud, and I'll slip in bed here to keep warm. What part are you reading now?" "Perhaps she's been hungering for what she calls fripperies," said Patricia, hopefully. "She's so tremendously alive that she must need some play, and if she's only willing, we'll see that she gets it, won't we, Norn?" "And where is Mr. Sarby?" asked the inspector, as they turned to leave the room. "Well, why not you and Alfred come along and make it a family party, if that is what suits Bill, the boss?".