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"By what right do you say that?" demanded Maurice, sharply.,"What!" David made a step forward and stared at the wall. His face was quite pale, and his hands trembled in spite of his efforts to control himself.,"Did he apologize for his use of it before or after the explanation?" was Jen's final question.,"The window open," said Jaggard, thoughtfully. "Then it must have been opened from the inside, sir.","Stuff and nonsense!" growled David, hotly. "He'd know better than that.","Rubbish, my boy. It has been hanging on the wall for years, and has never hurt anyone yet!","Against Mrs. Dallas?","Yes, and a murderess!","Really!" said Etwald, with pointed satire. "Was I as cruel as that!","Because it is a dangerous thing to handle. Although the poison is dried up, yet there may be enough in it to kill a man. If I parted with it and anyone was injured by it I should never forgive myself. Pray put it up, Maurice; I dislike to see you touch it. To-night, after dinner, I shall lock it up in a safe place. David is right; it should not be on the wall there.","What'll I tell her, if I do?" demanded Patricia indignantly. "I haven't any idea what you want to telegraph?",Elinor glanced beyond, through the low doorway to the next room..