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"I am Mrs. Wilkes," answered Melanie, rising and for all her smallness, dignity flowed from her. "And to what do I owe this intrusion?" The eyes of the captain flickered quickly about the room, resting for an instant on each face, passing quickly from their faces to the table and the hat rack as though looking for signs of male occupancy. "I should like to speak to Mr. Wilkes and Mr. Kennedy, if you please." "They are not here," said Melanie, a chill in her soft voice. "Are you sure?" "Don't you question Miz Wilkes' word," said Archie, his beard bristling. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Wilkes. I meant no disrespect. If you give me your word, I will not search the house." "You have my word. But search if you like. They are at a meeting downtown at Mr. Kennedy's store." "They are not at t