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"When will the prizes be announced?" she asked breathlessly, as the door clicked in its lock. "Shall we have to wait long?",Patricia grinned. "You two geniuses understand each other, I see. Might a humdrum mortal remind you that David is just about sliding into the train shed at this moment?","Perhaps I can even promise you that!" said Maurice, with a smile.,"To see Dr. Etwald, I suppose?","When will the prizes be announced?" she asked breathlessly, as the door clicked in its lock. "Shall we have to wait long?","But why do you suspect Dido?","Wait," replied Maurice, in the same tone. "I shall not let him think that either of us is afraid of his charlatan tricks.","Well," said Jen, growing weary of this long-continued conversation, which seemed to lead to nothing, "at all events you'll not escape a long term of imprisonment.","I'm not really sick," she said, in a faint tone, as Patricia cuddled down on the floor beside her and took the chilly hand in her warm one. "I have one of my old headaches. I forgot to get any lunch. I had just put the key in my locker, when everything grew black and I'd have collapsed if Doris Leighton hadn't helped me to a chair. She gave me some milk and got my things for me, and when I felt well enough, she came over here with me. She's certainly the sweetest thing. She had to miss getting her criticism, too. Mr. Benton had just gone in when I crumpled up.","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.",Then he laid aside his book to think, and through the smoke curling from his pipe he stared idly at the opposite wall. It chanced to be that upon which the barbaric weapons before alluded to were arranged, and conspicuous among them glittered the golden handle of the devil-stick. Recalling the mention of Voodoo, and Etwald's reference to African witchcraft, Maurice connected in his own mind the devil-stick with those barbarisms, and on the impulse of the moment he rose to examine the magic wand. Handling it carefully--for he dreaded the poison, although it was said to be dried up--he wondered if Dido could make use of it were it in her possession.,Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out..