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"Do you wish to order, sir?","I don't believe you know the answer to your own riddle," he said calmly.,"Yes, Dido!" repeated Jen, firmly. "Jaggard has just informed me that it was Dido who drugged him. Why did she drug him? To steal the body of my poor lad. Why did she steal the body! To conceal the crime committed by Etwald.","Dead!" shrieked Mrs. Dallas, all her superstition roused by the word. "Come away from that man, Isabella.",Patricia was only too glad to give in. "That makes it perfectly simple, then," she said gratefully. "I'm tremendously obliged to you for helping me out.","Well, no, major, I can't say that he was. In fact," added Etwald, with the air of a man making a simple statement, "I hated him!","There will be a post-mortem, of course," said Etwald, carelessly.,"Certainly I do. I believe she killed Maurice; but the evidence is as yet too slight upon which to accuse her. If I thought that she--" here the major checked himself and resumed in an altered tone--"but I must think of these things later on. In the meantime I must conclude my examination of this man.","As counsel for the defense you can hardly expect me to answer that.",Mrs. Shelly made him a pretty little bow.,"Even so. Why should she have perfumed the handkerchief?","Well," said Arkel, making his invariable beginning, "when the body was placed in the carriage and the door closed, the woman went away.".