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"I'll put on my new bonnet," she promised, and trotted off to her room, smoothing the tails of her basque with eager fingers. "Yes, but on the charge of stealing the body only. I took it out after hearing the evidence of the tramp, Battersea." This discovery at once irritated, amazed and perplexed the major. That the handkerchief of Mrs. Dallas should be bound around the head of Jaggard was strange, but that it should be perfumed with the deadly scent which impregnated the devil-stick was stranger still. Had Mrs. Dallas found the wand of sleep? Had Mrs. Dallas perfumed the handkerchief with its cruel poison? Had Mrs. Dallas drugged or stupefied Jaggard on that fatal night by means of that saturated handkerchief? These were the vital questions which presented themselves to the puzzled major, and which he found himself unable to answer. "Why do you hate me. Dido?".