"I don't know what to think," cried Jen, in desperation. "Dido or Mrs. Dallas, I don't know which, but one of them, must be guilty. I'll go over to The Wigwam at once.",
"There you have it," cried Arkel, with a nod. "The wound at the back of the head was caused by his falling like a log when he was drugged.",
"You are a prophet of evil, Etwald," said he. "First my poor Maurice, now Miss Dallas.".
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