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Elinor, who had been quietly going on with her breakfast, laid down her fork.,Patricia dropped back instantly to her usual manner.,"Ah! poor Maurice always mistrusted that negress!",When Etwald took his departure, Major Jen sent David to bed, in spite of the young man's remonstrances, but remained up himself to talk to Arkel. For a long time Jen discussed the matter with the inspector, but the conversation proved extremely unsatisfactory. Arkel was not a clever detective, or even a keen-witted man, and in a case like the present--difficult and involved--he was quite at a loss how to proceed. Finally, Major Jen dismissed him in despair, and while Arkel went to see his men, who were posted round the house--a clear case of shutting the stable-door after the steed was stolen--Jen remained alone to think of what he should do. "I must be my own detective," he thought, pacing the library. "This man is a fool. He will find out nothing, and I won't have even the satisfaction of burying the body of my poor lad. I must do the work myself, with the assistance of David. To find out who stole the devil-stick; that is the first step. To discover who killed Maurice; that is the second step. To learn who carried away his body; that is the third step. Three very difficult things to find out, and I don't see where to begin. I must learn all I can about Maurice's past life, for he may have enemies of whom I know nothing. Once I learn who his enemies are--if he had any--and I may discover the truth. I shall go and sleep, and when I awaken I shall set to work to solve these mysteries.","You're fresh meat, aren't you?" she asked with a grin that widened her full mouth to a line. "When'd you come?","You shan't marry her!" cried Maurice, angrily rising.,"I have seen it," corrected Etwald, with professional calmness, "the poor fellow is dead, major--dead from blood-poisoning.","The lad was his rival.",Jen started, and looked sharply at the old man, who, to all appearances, was answering his questions with all possible candor.,"Why should it be strange?","Hardly," replied Jen, a trifle spitefully. "You have lost the Voodoo stone, remember.","Voodoo!" said Dido again, and showed her teeth in anything but a pleasant fashion..