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Standing high above them in the semi-gloom, with that faint smile still on her lips, she watched them calmly as they danced the famous Ghost Dance of the Academy about her, omitting no gruesome detail that would be calculated to affright the dismayed beholder, chanting and groaning horribly the while.,"From a motive of jealousy?","That's the part that makes up for all the soil and smudge, Ju darling," said Elinor softly. "Paint and charcoal and clay are dirty things, but when they're wielded with the force of an Ideal, they can illuminate the world.","I don't follow you.","Where did you find it?" he asked, pointing a trembling finger at the terrible piece of evidence.,"What is it, if I may be so bold as to ask?","Oh, go along, Miss Pat! You'll be awfully late," said Judith, wriggling away, flushed and happy.,"There will be a post-mortem, of course," said Etwald, carelessly.,Etwald put the question with the greatest calmness, stared steadily at the young man, and waited for the reply, which he knew would be difficult to make.,To learn the truth, he thought it advisable to call at "The Wigwam" and interrogate Dido. With the evidence of Jaggard to go on, the major felt satisfied that he could by threatening her with arrest, force her into confessing the whole nefarious plot. Who had thieved the devil-stick? Who had slain Maurice? Who had stolen the body? Undoubtedly, Etwald was the villain who was guilty of all three crimes, and the evidence of Dido would be sufficient to convict him of the deeds.,"Why did you steal the body?","Yis. It ole Dido," she said. "But ole Dido not lost. Dat great massa, he look after ole Dido.".