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 Pat looked at Patty and Patty looked at Pat, mutely questioning. Should they venture on the cream puff story or not? Then Pat surprised a wicked twinkle in the captain’s eye and his decision was made. Turning to Bateese, he extended a frigid hand, bowed in haughty silence and stalked out, dragging the small boy in his wake. As Patty was about to follow she met the quizzical gaze of the captain fixed upon her and her eyes were led by his to the shambling bull dog at her heels. In spite of herself her lips curled at the corners and her eyes danced, but she felt that the visible dignity of her husband must be upheld; so, merely murmuring a “good morning,” she joined Mrs. Trent and Josephine, leaving the room with a face so demure and serene as to cause the police officer some precious moments just wondering. Rh