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"I can't at present. The police are in the house; there is a lot to be attended to. Tell your mistress, Dido, that I will see her to-morrow.","I do, however," muttered Jen, divining that Dido had taken the usual route back to "The Wigwam.","Oh, he couldn't say anything right out," replied Griffin knowingly, "but he made it hot for us, I tell you. Poor old Bottle Green caught it first, for painting before he'd given her permission, and then he jumped on me for not painting. Radford caught it and then he lit on Slovinski for using the Whistler palette, and she just blew up! These Poles aren't like us tame tabbies, you know, and she's full of ginger, for all her sleepy ways. She's terribly high-born, you know, and can't bear anyone to look cross-eyed at her.","I know it. David Sarby!","He has told me nothing. Please go on.","They do look a bit queer," admitted Elinor, reluctantly. "Perhaps when you've worked on them more——","Not exactly. The needle within is hollow, and a store of poison is contained in the handle up here. When squeezed these turquoise stones press a bag within and the poison runs down to the point of the needle. In fact, the whole infernal contrivance is modeled upon a serpent's fang.","She returned through your grounds, but where she went Battersea does not know.",Seeing from her looks that she was too distraught to be argued with, Jen led her out of the library and into the dead man's room. Then he uttered a cry, which was echoed by a wild shriek from the girl.,"Do you really think she killed him?" asked Lady Meg, her face growing pale with the intensity of her excitement.,"I never will," I said in a hurry; "I want you to ask me anything in the world you want to, and I'll always do it.","H'm; it's queer! I'll have to think it over. But when the body was taken out of the window, Arkel?".