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"There will be a post-mortem, of course," said Etwald, carelessly. "Patience! Patience! I shall tell you when the time comes. But, by the way, major--Dido?" Here Maurice set down his cup with a crash, and strode across the room, where he faced Etwald in no very pleasant frame of mind..

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"The other four sisters will make their investigation after I have finished," she announced in her shrill tones. "I have but three more questions to put to the novice." The other two men had dark and strong faces, which differed entirely from the Saxon simplicity and good looks of the major and Maurice. David was clean-shaven and almost as swart as Etwald, and his expression was that of a being with powerful passions, held in check by sheer force of will. He was broad and strongly built; and his smooth black hair, parted in the middle, was brushed carefully from a bold and rather protuberant forehead. The young barrister was somewhat of a dandy, but no one who once looked at his face thought of his dress affectations or dapper appearance. They saw intellect, pride and resolute will stamped upon the pale countenance. Men with such faces end usually in greatness; and it seemed unlikely that David Sarby, barrister and ambitious youth, would prove an exception to the rule. At a sign from the leader the dance stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and the leader once more approached Elinor, followed by four of the foremost ghosts. "And who stole the devil-stick?" asked Etwald, coolly. "If I forget not, major, you asked me the other day if I did.".