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"Poor David!" sighed Jen, thinking of the young man cut off in the bloom of his youth.,"I do," replied Jen, decisively. "But the evidence--ah, the evidence. Well," he added, after a pause, "I have something to go on, in this refilled devil-stick, and the saturated handkerchief.","Patricia Louise Kendall! That's sacrilege!" gasped the scandalized Miss Jinny.,Patricia's heart beat hard with the beauty of the woven word and melody, and she gave a little gulp to keep back the tears that sprang so readily.,"Did you hear any noise?","No, no! I hope not," cried Jen, horrified at the idea.,"Your mother," he muttered, hardly believing the evidence of his own senses. "Your mother stole the devil-stick?","Breaks a bone every time anyone looks hard at her," explained the other, shoving the protruding conglomeration of her locker inside and snapping the door quickly on it. "She's more bones than the average, and she breaks them regularly every time she learns the name of a new one. I think she oughtn't to be allowed in the dissecting room for any consideration. She's just out of splints now for a right arm fracture, and, believe me, she worked all the time with her left.","Indeed, you did not. Dido. You did not inform me that by Dr. Etwald's directions you filled the devil-stick with poison, or that you steeped the handkerchief found in the room of Mr. Alymer in the same poison for the purpose of drugging my servant; or again, that you concealed yourself under the bed, and afterward drugged him.","Concerning the theft of the body?" asked Jen, eagerly.,Elinor paused in her hair brushing, and sank down on the stool, absently propping her chin on her brush.,"I think it is the best thing you can do," said Jen, brusquely. "By the way, what has become of Dido?".