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"Dr. Etwald! Do you think he has anything to do with it?" queried Jen, perplexed and a trifled startled. "Because it is a dangerous thing to handle. Although the poison is dried up, yet there may be enough in it to kill a man. If I parted with it and anyone was injured by it I should never forgive myself. Pray put it up, Maurice; I dislike to see you touch it. To-night, after dinner, I shall lock it up in a safe place. David is right; it should not be on the wall there." "I guessed as much," resumed Etwald, with a cold smile. "Now, it is strange--" "Who--who--told you?" stammered the young man, as pale as death..