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go on and tell me about Doc
tor Marden," he said.
"Well, Doctor Marden came out
into the kitchen"
"Did he see your"
eyes"
"What did he Say?"
"He didn't say anything. He put
ted his finger on his ips-just like
this" Sylvia's tiny forefnger and
thumb moved upwards to press her
lips close but the lips pouted out
wards as they emitted a gentle,
"Sh-sh-sh!"
"And didn't you say anything?"
Sylvia's eyes grew sparkly with
mischief. ''No, / didn't say a word.
I just did this" She put her fore
finger to her lips and emitted
"Sh-sh-sh!"
"And then what did Doctor Mar
den do?"
"Well, he went out through the
pantry and into the garage and I
heard him open that little door in
the back wall of the garage"
Idiots all of US! Suddenly ! re-
membered that little doori Of
course Patrick had posted no po-
iceman there. 1t was extremely
unlikely that any guests would en-
ter that door, would even remem-
Der its existence-if indeed they
had ever known of it. Matte her.
seG rarely used it.
II should have thought Doctor
Mardsn would have got all dirty
going out that way" Patrick COM
mented.
"Oh," Sylvia explained, che
weared his long dark cape. 1t was
in the garage"
''How do you know he put it on?"
"He came back to the door of
the kitchen and he said, 'Sh-sh-
sh!' and he putted his finger to his
lips again. And I said, 'Sh-sh-
sh!' and I putted my finger to my
lips"
l knew the garment very well.
The heavy, dark cape that the
| French peasants wear. Doctor Mar
denis tall, thin figure in that dark
blue cape and the dark blue beret
which matched it was an accepted
detail of the Second Head roads.
| "And did you see Doctor Marden
come back to the party?" Patrick
asked.
| eyes"
"Did he come back soon?"
| eyes"
"Was it long time like this?"
Patrick put his hands about a yard
apart. ''Or little time like this?"
Patrick drew his hands towards
each other until the space of foot
lay between them.
"It was hitler time like this"
Sylvia answered. With the utmost
care, she placed her slim, brown
little paws first about nine inches
apart; then about six.
Patrick kissed her. "And were
you still in the kitchen when Doc
tor Marden came back?"
| eyes"
"Who was there?"
"Oh lots and lots and lots of
people!''
81 forget" Patrick unused aloud,
twas Doctor Marden in Mrs. Slows
house when they unmasked, Syl-
| via?"
"Oh yes!" Sylvia said.
Over Sylvia's head again Patrick
looked at me questioningly. Again
nodded in assent.
''Did Doctor Marden have on his
mask the first time he came into
the kitchen?" Patrick asked.
EYES," Sylvia answered.
"How did you know it was Doctor
Marden them"
''Oh, when he putted his finger to
his lips and said, 'Sh-sh-sh' he
lifted his mask way up and he
winked at me-
Patrick sat motionless for a tiny
interval. Suddenly, but with ut
most gentleness, he put Sylvia
down. 81 think Sylvia will want to
60 out and see Sarah Darbe," he
signaled to me. He took the buckle
from Sylvia's reluctant fingers and
dropped it into his pocket. Then
he hurried swiftly across the room
to the telephone, called up the sta
| ton. sect two men over here at
once!" he ordered. "Put them on
| the Marden house. Don't let Doc
tor Marden leave the house until
he hears from me. I'm phoning
him to come to Mrs. Avery's house.
See that he comes!"
Then he took up the telephone
again and called number. "Pd
like to talk with Doctor Marden,
| please Oh good morning, Doc
tor Marden. This is Patrick O'Brien
speaking. I'm talking from Mrs.
Avery's house. I'd like to see you
here at once. I have some fur
Their questions to ask you in regard
to the Blake case"
1t seemed to me that my life
| had reduced itself to waiting-wait-
ing for people to come in cars.
Waiting-and trying not to trem-
| BILE; for I was always poignantly
troubled about some friend or 9TH
err. / remember that while wait
ed for Myron Marden, moods
| chased each other through my
mind. One was kind of despair
ing impotence. How long was this
CHASTITY suspense to last? Could it
be possible that the mystery would
never be solved; that we would all
| 60 down to death never knowing
who had killed Ace Blake? The
| other was more desperate.
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