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"We can't go now," cried Patricia, throwing her voice above the sound of the wind, but Bruce and Elinor at the other end of the barn were apparently absorbed in the spectacle, and did not hear her. Judith cuddled close and Patricia felt her hands go cold, but she could only clasp them harder to reassure her—no words could reach her ear.,Here David, who had been fidgeting with his cigar, broke in impatiently.,"Him great man!" said Dido, solemnly. "Him berry--berry great!",Patricia laughed. "He's not so retiring in private," she declared, gayly. "He was one of our happy family for three months last summer and we never noticed any shyness; did we, Norn?","I can't answer that question either," said the doctor, taking up his hat. "A detective may be able to assist you on those points. Engage one.",The public prosecutor thought that the interruption of his learned friend was out of place; as the refusal of Mrs. Dallas--"mother, gentlemen of the jury, to the young lady engaged to the deceased gentleman, Mr. Maurice Alymer"--had nothing to do with the actual facts of the case. The prisoner, seeing that while Mr. Alymer lived, he could never marry Miss Dallas, determined to rid himself of a rival. The prisoner had been in Barbadoes, and while there he had learned many things concerning African witchcraft, and had become possessor of the Voodoo stone, a talisman which the black race held in peculiar reverence. On his return to England the prisoner had become acquainted with Mrs. Dallas, with the daughter, whom he designed to marry, and with a negress called Dido, the servant of the aforesaid Mrs. Dallas. By means of the Voodoo stone, the prisoner made an absolute slave of the negress, and could command her services at any time, even to the extent of crime.,Doris Leighton, with a rather flushed face, leaned forward as Patricia spoke and touched her on the shoulder.,"Then who stole the devil-stick?",She stepped aside with a swift movement, and the big red lantern swayed and threatened to topple as the cord tightened.,"I am glad to hear it is only 'admire,'" he remarked, slowly, "for had the word been any other I should have resented it.",He very far from kissed the hand; he held it just long enough to turn me round into the light and give me one long looking-over from head to feet.,"When will you return?".