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"But there must be," insisted Etwald, cruelly. "Alymer died of poison, and it must be proved that such was the case. Then we may learn if he perished from the poison of the devil-stick. Afterward you must get a detective to search for the person who stole it from your smoking-room. Once he or she is found, and the assassin of your poor friend will be in custody." "And I answer for the last time that the truth is not mine to tell," replied David, coldly. "If you doubt me question Etwald." "Mother's handkerchief, Dido," explained Isabella, interrupting. "The one you bound round my head." "No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick.".