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"No. I thought so at first, but one of the servants who brought me a cup of tea late at night told me that Dido had gone to your house to offer her services in laying out the body of my dear Maurice.","It's a long story," returned Maurice, lighting a fresh cigar. "Look here, Uncle Jen, I went to dress at half-past six; you did also. When we left the devil-stick was in the room on the wall. Now we are here again at half-past eight, the devil-stick is gone. In these two hours Dido has had time to cross the lawn yonder and steal it.","Maurice!" muttered Isabella, looking piteously at him.,"She loves me best.","What do you mean, John Moore, by daring, daring to think you can go and take Billy away from me?" I demanded, looking at him with what must have been such fear and madness in my face that he was startled as he came close to the table against which I leaned. His face had grown white and quiet at my attack, and he waited to answer for a long horrible minute that pulled me apart like one of those inquisition machines they used to torture women with when they didn't know any better modern way to do it.,"I don't particularly wish to learn your Voodoo secrets," answered Jen carelessly. "All I desire to know is why you manufactured that scent with which you saturated a certain handkerchief of your mistress.","I hear the name of Max Etwald coupled with the crime of murder. Is this the way you treat your guests, major?","The devil-stick!" he cried. "By all that is wonderful, the devil-stick!","Battersea told you," stammered Arkel, amazed at his insight.,Jen started, and looked sharply at the old man, who, to all appearances, was answering his questions with all possible candor.,"He mounted the carriage-box and drove off. It appears that there was no coachman.",CHAPTER XVII. THE STORY OF THE NIGHT..