"Is that you back?" said Sabina. "I thought you were gone. Didn't you
tell me there was a hurry on you?"
"I'm just going," said Meldon; "but before I start I want to ask you
how you managed the boiled egg. I suppose the judge had a boiled egg
for breakfast. Did you put paraffin into it?"
"I did."
"How? I'm most anxious to know how it was done."
"It's what the gentleman asked me himself," said Sabina, "and I told
him the truth."
"Then tell it to me."
"I'm not sure will I. The gentleman was terrible upset when he heard
it, worse than you'd think; for he had the egg ate."
"There can't have been much paraffin in it, then."
"There was not; but there was some."
"And how did you get it there?"
"It was with a hairpin I did it."
"Do you mean to say that you took a hairpin out of your head, and--"
"I did, of course. Where else would I get one?"
"And dipped it in paraffin, and then stuck it through the egg. I
declare I could find it in my heart to be sorry for that judge. Only
that he deserves all that he's got on account of the way he has behaved
to Miss King, I'd go and apologise to him. You're a smart girl,
Sabina.
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