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"Well, have some jam then," I managed to say with a little laugh, as I turned away and picked up the silver spoon.,"My word!" breathed Patricia, stirred and chilled in spite of herself. "They're doing it brown this time!","Pray don't ask it," said Isabella, better informed by Etwald's glance as to his purpose. "It will only give you pain.","Yis," said the negress, coldly; "de great massa told me to do dat.","Do you mean to say that Dido killed Mr. Alymer?" she asked, nervously.,"I am certain of all save one," replied Arkel, in a dissatisfied tone, "and the worst of it is that Dido is the one.","I have only been certain of these things since our last interview. I lied to you then because Dido said if I told the truth she would accuse my mother of the murder.","Isn't she the limit?" said Patricia in disdain. "She oughtn't to eat frivolous things like éclairs. I wonder at her lack of judgment.",After which Etwald bowed his visitor politely to the door of the gloomy old house which he occupied in Deanminster, and Jen returned home, quite baffled as to what could have become of the devil-stick. All his inquiries proved futile, and he was unable even to conjecture how it had disappeared; yet knowing its fatal qualities, he was in constant dread lest it should reappear in connection with a tragedy. Maurice still held to his idea that Dido had taken the wand, but Jen's inquiries proved that the negress had not been out of the house the night in question.,Patricia played with the handle of the great glittering brass amphora that stood by the low stool where she sat. Her face was puzzled though not disquiet.,He held up his finger.,"And why didn't you give it up to the police?".