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"Is the poison so quick in its effects then?","Does Dido's explanation give you any clew?" she asked quickly.,"No. He picked it up in the bedroom.",It's funny how Mrs. Johnson always knows what Mr. Johnson wants before he knows himself and gets it before he asks for it!,"Go and see Dr. Etwald and tell him you will give evidence against him unless he gives you the stone.","Well, and what does that prove?","I've been going so slow for so many years that I've turned round and I'm going fast backward," I said with a blush that I couldn't help.,"In the house of Major Jen. In a little room, on the wall, with swords and axes.","Oh, I wouldn't put it that way," cried Judith, scandalized. "I'd just sort of hint around gently. Maybe they dug it up long ago.","I shall tell the master all!" she muttered in her own barbaric dialect, "and he will tell me what to do. The spirit in the Voodoo stone will tell him." Having come to this resolution she went into the house to ask, or rather to demand, permission to visit Deanminster. That she was about to call upon Etwald, the negress did not think it necessary to tell Mrs. Dallas. There were matters between her and the doctor of which Mrs. Dallas knew nothing, which she would not have understood if she had known. When she inquired, Dido merely hinted that such secrets had to do with Obi, when the superstitious nature of Mrs. Dallas immediately shrank from pursuing an inquiry into what were, even to this civilized so-called Christian woman, secret mysteries.,"To see Dr. Etwald, I suppose?","It must be hard on her," acquiesced Patricia. "Why didn't she get something else to do?".