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"Listen, then, and I shall explain," resumed the major, with growing excitement. "I firmly believe that Etwald stole the devil-stick, and with it killed Maurice." "If what I relate appears impossible don't blame me," he said, abruptly, "and I feel certain that you will laugh when I tell you about Voodoo!" "I see. And about the theft of this devil-stick?".
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"Just look at that mournful creature." Patricia motioned with her eyebrows to the opposite side of the room, where a large, stout young woman in somber cloak and wide-plumed hat was eating her way through a chocolate éclair with just such an air of tragic and settled melancholy as one sometimes sees in a child whose grief is momentarily its most cherished possession. "Yes, to see you," she replied, with a serious face. "In order to talk with you about my last visit--on that terrible night." "And yet he was a strong man," said Etwald, when he conveyed this intelligence. "He must have been taken by surprise." "Of course he does," cried Jen, wrathfully..
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