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"Here's Judy! On time to the dot!" she cried. "Come on in, Ju; drop your plunder into my strong arm and let us introduce you to the Academy.","Granted; but you forget that Isabella was in the room on that night. She might have dropped the handkerchief.","Sometimes it hurts." Then a cyclone happened to me.,"I am sure of it. When I became ill through the terror of the secret which I possessed. Dido prepared that poison under the pretense of curing me, but I now know that she did so to refill the devil-stick. She then sent it to Etwald, and he killed Maurice. Also he stole the body with the assistance of Dido.","Yes. I did not speak truly," stammered Isabella, "but I could not act otherwise. It was to save a certain person.","Aha, missy," said she, in deep, guttural tones, "you tink ob dat yaller-ha'r'd man!","Where is Dr. Etwald?" demanded the major, anxiously.,"H'm! You are pleased to be mysterious. Why not tell me your business?","Very good," said Jen, as they turned their steps toward the house. "If her explanation is only as clear as your own, I shall have nothing to say. By the way, Miss Dallas, how did you escape from your room that night?","I can't say. I haven't examined him. Stunned or drugged, I suppose.","Yes. He seems to possess some strange power over Dido, for she always knows when he is approaching. See, Maurice, Dido is waiting at the gate; in a few moments you will see Dr. Etwald enter it.","Well, sir." Battersea scratched his shock head. "She knows things as ain't good for 'er. 'Bout that devil-stick es you talks of.".