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tatingly asked her husband how he eant to—er—explain to the good sisters; thereby provoking an outburst of vehemence.
“Explain!” he cried, “Explain! We have given up explaining. The thing has gone beyond explanations. When we find that orphanage, we simply put Bateese and his bandy legged pet inside the door and vanish —skidoo. You will stay in the carriage a little way down the road and I will restore the lost treasure and do the vanishing act, then we drive like mad back to the junction, board the first train, and lose ourselves in New York.”
And Patty had replied dubiously, “It seems so mean to dump him down that way and run. Do you know, Pat, I believe he is really fond of us.”
Her husband groaned. “Fond—I should say so. I hope I may never again have casual
