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"Because it is necessary that I should do so, major. It is my intention to aid you in your search for the assassin of Maurice. Oh, yes, you may look doubtful as to my ability to help you, but I can and will. I am not the mad woman who burst into your library at three in the morning. I am cool and calm and bent upon revenge. Maurice is dead. I loved him. And I intend to devote myself to avenging his death. Come, major, sit upon this seat beside me, and relate all you have heard, all you have discovered. With my woman's wit I may be able to help you in the way the mouse aided the lion. Begin!","Paralysis?" suggested David, in a jesting manner, but with some seriousness.,Sarby flushed and drew back with cold reserve.,"There is no necessity to congratulate me at all," replied the other, coloring. "I knew that it would not be wise to let him out of sight after I saw the devil-stick in his possession. And as to my courage," she added carelessly, "the poor old creature is so feeble that even I, a woman, could overpower him. But ring the bell, major, and have him in. I may be wrong. He may be innocent, but if you force him to confess how he obtained possession of the devil-stick you may get at the truth, and perhaps at the name of the murderer.",Jen started, and looked sharply at the old man, who, to all appearances, was answering his questions with all possible candor.,"No, no!" cried Isabella, with a shudder. "Don't tell me any more of those horrible things.","No," replied David, still obstinately unconvinced.,CHAPTER XV AFTERNOON TEA,Patricia, at the mirror, paused in the act of pinning on her hat, her eyes riveted on the vision in dull green.,Patricia was about to make a comment when she suddenly turned and came back to them.,That dinner was going like an airship on a high wind, when something happened to tangle its tail feathers, and I can hardly write it for trembling yet. It was a simple little telegram, but it might have been nitro-glycerine on a tear for the way it acted. It was for me, but the nephew handed it to Tom, and he opened it and, looking at me, he solemnly read it out loud. It said—,"Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!".