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"You must be mistaken," insisted the major once more. "David was in London on the night when the crime was committed.","Have you any idea as to the guilty person?" he asked, in a hurried tone.,"Dr. Etwald! Do you think he has anything to do with it?" queried Jen, perplexed and a trifled startled.,"Well," said Jen, after a pause, "that is not improbable. But the perfume?","How did you obtain it?","Egad, I shall," cried Jen, starting from his chair. "And also I'll find out why she needed to prepare the poison at all. In my opinion, David, that black Jezebel is at the bottom of the whole affair. She thieved the devil-stick, she prepared the poison, murdered Maurice, and stole his body.",Again he bent down and examined the face and hands. Both were swollen and discolored; he tore open the shirt at the neck, and saw that the young man's breast was all distended and bloated. Undoubtedly the cause of death was blood-poisoning, and the devil-stick had been the instrument used to effect the deed. But here the problem proposed itself: Who had killed Maurice? The person who had stolen the devil-stick! Who had stolen the devil-stick? The person who--Major Jen came to an abrupt pause. He could think for the moment of no answer to that question; but it is only fair to say that, dazed by the terrible occurrence of his dear lad's death, Jen had not his wits about him.,"She may even be able to do that," replied Isabella, seriously. "My mother is afraid of her, and is often influenced in her decisions by Dido.","And why not, may I ask, David?","I know, I know--the devil-stick perfume.","I don't believe you know the answer to your own riddle," he said calmly.,CHAPTER VII DAVID'S TREAT.