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"Simply to a theory I have in my head. Jaggard was drugged, sir.","I agree with you!" remarked the major, sharply. "A man might make a jest of these horrors--as you are doing.","It pleases you to be mysterious, David. Shortly I shall insist upon an explanation.","No," said the negress. But while her tongue uttered the denial, her eyes rolled uneasily around the lawn, as though dreading some invisible presence. "No, missy. Dido a great one, you know. She no 'fraid ob dat doctor; but him big man, missy; you marry him.",Griffin, who was winking at her behind Elinor's back in a particularly portentous fashion, turned to the door.,"And why didn't you give it up to the police?","In that case go down to the kitchen and tell my servants from me that you are to stay there. Later on I'll see you.",The hours dragged heavily along in that house of mourning. The body of the dead man lay in the little chamber which looked out upon the laurel-encircled lawn. It was covered with a white sheet, the hands were folded upon the breast, and flowers had been laid thereon by the major. Over the face a handkerchief had been thrown, as the once handsome features were so discolored as to be absolutely repulsive to the sight. There was something terrible in the rigidity of the long form, stretched out so stiffly under the sheet. In the chamber candles were burning, and Jaggard was watching near the corpse. He was to watch throughout the night.,THE FIRST LETTER OF DR. ETWALD.,Margaret Howes glanced at Elinor, as she sat quietly with chin in one pink palm, her brows drawn level and her dark eyes steady and thoughtful.,Before Elinor could respond, she started to the door with an exclamation.,"I'll never learn to be composed and considerate," she sighed as she crept in beside the slumbering Judith. "I'm crazy for Elinor to finish that lovely study of hers, and yet I'd wake her up just for my silly whims. She's got to get it done tomorrow if she can. Wish I could help her. Thank goodness, mine's done at last," and she drifted off to sleep with a jumble of prize designs and golden dreams for the future mingling with that recurring memory of Doris Leighton's hardening face as she spoke of her study for the library panel..