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Patricia was silent, weighing this suggestion. They both broke into negation at once as they reached their own front door.,"Tell us your guess, doctor; as it interests me so nearly, I have a right to know.","Yes. I have already told you so. In my speech for the defense you will be fully satisfied that I have good cause to act as I am doing.","But there must be," insisted Etwald, cruelly. "Alymer died of poison, and it must be proved that such was the case. Then we may learn if he perished from the poison of the devil-stick. Afterward you must get a detective to search for the person who stole it from your smoking-room. Once he or she is found, and the assassin of your poor friend will be in custody.","I can, however," said Jen, grimly. "Oh, it is just as I thought.",Judith caught her hand with a cry of dismay.,Much to Judith's delight she kissed them all around, and then she hustled off after Miss Jinny, leaving them to themselves in the big, comfortable room.,"To ask you a few questions about the devil-stick.","He explained how my poor Maurice was killed.","Doubtless. I hardly anticipated an easy task when I undertook to learn who killed my dear lad. Besides, David will help me.","Patricia, he'll hear you!" gasped the scandalized Judith.,And from then on for hours and hours I was strapped to a torture wheel that turned and turned, minute after minute, as it ground spice and sugar and bridal meats and me relentlessly into a great suffering pulp. Could I ever in all my life have hungered for food and been able to get it past the lump in my throat that grew larger with the seconds? And if Alfred's pudding tasted of the salt of Dead Sea fruit this evening, it was from my surreptitious tears that dripped into it..