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'Turn Hellen's Key three tens and three? Some keyhole! I say, Miss Smith, let me keep this for a while, will you?" "I'll take the best care of it, Miss Smith; indeed I will!" The Author promised. "Look here: I'll lock it in the clothes-closet, in the breast pocket of my coat."
But there the thread snapped. "Do you remember the morning you told me, The Author's guess that 'Hellen's Keye' was the Greek fret, the design over all the windows and doors of Hynds House? The trail was plain then. I was to follow the line of the Greek key for three and thirty turnings, when I should come upon a sign. I tried and tried. And to-night I reached the end of it, Sophy. I found it."
For instance, these windows have been staring at me daily, each with its nice little eyebrow of design, and I overlooked the design until my subconscious mind suggested to me that here, in all probability, lies Hellen's Keye."
"I lost it, walking in my sleep," said The Author, disagreeably. "And now he's trying to make us believe that the design in the brick-work above our windows, just because it's the Greek fret, is Hellen's Keye," Alicia said, jestingly. "Well, you know, if a thing means anything, it's got to mean something," put in Mr. Johnson. "Ain't it the truth, though?" hissed The Author, with fury. Mr.
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