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Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"

If you are going to arrest me, get it over."
"I'd rather _not_ arrest you, if we can find a way out. You
look so young, so new to Crime! Even your excuse for being here
is so naive, that I--won't you tell me why you wrote a love
letter, if you are not in love? And whom you sent it to? That's
important, you see, as it bears on the case. I intend," he said,
"to be judgdicial, unimpassioned, and quite fair."
"I wrote a love letter" I explained, feeling rather
cheered, "but it was not intended for any one, Do you see? It
was just a love letter."
"Oh," he said. "Of course. It is often done. And after
that?"
"Well, it had to go somewhere. At least I felt that way
about it. So I made up a name from some malted milk tablets----"
"Malted milk tablets!" he said, looking bewildered.
"Just as I was thinking up a name to send it to," I
explained, "Hannah--that's mother's maid, you know--brought in
some hot milk and some malted milk tablets, and I took the name
from them."
"Look here," he said, "I'm unpredjudiced and quite calm,
but isn't the `mother's maid' rather piling it on?"
"Hannah is mother's maid, and she brought in the milk and
the tablets, I should think," I said, growing sarcastic, "that
so far it is clear to the dullest mind.


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