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           HetookKaybythearmandledhertowardthekitchenfarintherearofthehouse,"Come,mydear,yourmotheriswaitinglunchforus."

           Bythetimetheyreachedthekitchen,Kaywasweepingsilently,outofrelieffromstrain,atherfather’sunquestioningaffection.Inthekitchenhermothertooknonoticeofherweeping,andKayrealizedthatherfathermusthavetoldheraboutthetwodetectives.Shesatdownatherplaceandhermotherservedhersilently.Whenallthreewereatthetableherfathersaidgracewithbowedhead.

           Mrs.Adamswasashortstoutwomanalwaysneatlydressed,hairalwaysset.Kayhadneverseenherindisarray.Hermothertoohadalwaysbeenalittledisinterestedinher,holdingheratarm’slength.Andshedidsonow."Kay,stopbeingsodramatic.I’msureit’sallagreatdealoffussaboutnothingatall.Afterall,theboywasaDartmouthboy,hecouldn’tpossiblybemixedupinanythingsosordid."

           Kaylookedupinsurprise."HowdidyouknowMikewenttoDartmouth?"

           Hermothersaidcomplacently,"Youyoungpeoplearesomysterious,youthinkyou’resoclever.We’veknownabouthimallalong,butofcoursewecouldn’tbringitupuntilyoudid."

           "Buthowdidyouknow?"Kayasked.Shestillcouldn’tfaceherfathernowthatheknewaboutherandMikesleepingtogether.Soshedidn’tseethesmileonhisfacewhenhesaid,"Weopenedyourmail,ofcourse."

           Kaywashorrifiedandangry.Nowshecouldfacehim.Whathehaddonewasmoreshamefulthanherownsin.Shecouldneverbelieveitofhim.