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"Him, Uncle Jen?" "Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror. "I remember his coming. Go on, please.".
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And here, at this point, the personality of Dr. Etwald intruded itself into the affair. It was Etwald who had bound up the wound with the handkerchief in question, and who, according to the housemaid, had forbidden its removal. The question was, had he received it from Mrs. Dallas, or had he found it on that night by the side of the insensible man. If the first, Mrs. Dallas must have perfumed it designedly with the poison, and Etwald, knowing that it was so impregnated, must have used it advisedly as a bandage. If the second, Mrs. Dallas must have been in the room on the night in question, and have used the handkerchief to render Jaggard insensible. And in either case, as the major very sensibly concluded, Mrs. Dallas must be in possession of the devil-stick. Otherwise, how could she have obtained the deadly scent? "It's your affair, Norn," she demurred. "You ought to do the talking." Elinor held her close, laughing with enjoyment at her ardor. "Yes, and a murderess!".
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