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setting out to find the runaways Mr. Burns had endured a bad quarter of an hour. He, his prisoners and the tearful landlady were ranged before the captain’s desk, and explanations ensued. ‘The detective grew vehement in his denunciation of the bridegroom, who, pale with wrath, endeavoured to preserve his dignity and shield his bride from a scene by haughty silence. In a lull due to the denunciator’s lack of breath Mrs. Patterson murmured sweetly, “It seems so odd to lose children at a police station, doesn’t it?” She sniffed daintily at a bunch of violets in her coat, and the captain’s eyes met hers with an answering twinkle. At intervals during Mr. Burns’ speech Mrs. Trent had tremulously Rh