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"One moment, Miss Dallas!" he said, quickly. "Does David know about the theft of the devil-stick? That is," he added more precisely, "does he know that your mother stole it?" "It would seem so from this veracious history the major is telling us, said Etwald, with irony. "Oh, Patricia!" she cried in Patricia's ear, but the words died into the tempest..
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Etwald said nothing. With his eyes fixed upon the devil-stick, he meditated deeply. The barrister, whose belief was that Etwald knew more about the wand than he chose to say, watched him closely. He noticed that the doctor eyed the stick, then, after a pause, let his gaze wander to the face of Maurice. Another pause, and he was looking at David, who received the fire of this strange man's eyes without blanching. "When you lighted the lamp it was eight o'clock?" "Yes. You owe it to me--your second father--to tell the truth. You owe it to your dead brother's memory--for assuredly Maurice was your brother." "I promise you," said Jen again. "Please go. Miss Dallas. There is no time to be lost, and you must not be found here.".
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