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"You can depend upon my silence," said Isabella, who held out her hand.,"Mrs. Dallas?" cried David, starting from his seat. "Did she steal the devil-stick?",Patricia had barely clicked the bolts in the glass upper doors and heard the heavy clash of the wooden contact as Bruce slid the great leaves of the big door into place, when with a swish and sweep the storm broke.,"Do you know anything of Voodoo worship?","Did you see Elinor?" whispered Judith to Patricia, as she edged her way to her in the packed assembly room.,"You must find out what has become of my dear Maurice's body," she said, quietly.,"No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick.",I don't know how I managed to answer Mrs. Johnson's call from my front gate, but I sometimes think that women have a torture-proof clause in their constitutions.,"Yes, major," said he at length. "You shall learn my reason--at the trial.","Yes. I knew her in the West Indies shortly before Isabella was born. It was through knowing me," explained the major, "that she came to this neighborhood and rented The Wigwam. You see, Maurice, I was one of the few people she knew in England, and she remained near me for company's sake, and"--here the major hesitated--"and because she was afraid of herself," he finished significantly.,"But what are you talking of?" broke in Jen, impetuously. "You say that my poor boy died from blood-poisoning. How else could he have come by that, save through being touched or struck with the devil-stick? No one in the neighborhood was likely to possess any weapon likely to corrupt the blood. If Maurice had been stabbed, or shot, or if his head had been smashed in, I could understand the crime--or rather the motive for the crime--better; but as it is, the person who stole the devil-stick must have killed him.",Patricia thrilled with interest..