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"But what are you talking of?" broke in Jen, impetuously. "You say that my poor boy died from blood-poisoning. How else could he have come by that, save through being touched or struck with the devil-stick? No one in the neighborhood was likely to possess any weapon likely to corrupt the blood. If Maurice had been stabbed, or shot, or if his head had been smashed in, I could understand the crime--or rather the motive for the crime--better; but as it is, the person who stole the devil-stick must have killed him.","Well, yes," returned Jen, with a thought upon the rapping of Isabella upon the window. "It does not take much to waken me.","Be more explicit, man," he said sternly. "What do you mean by Mrs. Dallas' place? The house or the grounds?","Well, have it your own way," said Etwald, carelessly. "I am a scoundrel in your eyes, I dare say; but if you will permit me to see you to-morrow at eleven o'clock I shall be able to prove that this particular devil--meaning myself, major--is not quite so black as you have painted him.","Oh, I think so. I have a means of compelling her to marry me.","Nor that, either.",Patricia looked inquiringly at Elinor, who smiled at her serenely in return, much to Patricia's bewilderment.,If Mrs. Dallas was a bore--and her friends said she was--the daughter was divine, and many young men came to The Wigwam to be spellbound by her dark beauty. More men than the three who had dined at "Ashantee" were in love with Isabella.,"I got this at Kumassie," explained Jen, when he had fully exhibited the gruesome mechanism of the devil-stick. "It belonged to the high priest. Whenever he or the king disliked any man who was too powerful to be openly slain, they used this wand. What excuse they made I don't know, but I suppose it had something to do with fetish worship. However, the slightest touch of this needle produces death.","Mrs. Dallas," said David, faintly. "It was Mrs. Dallas.","Mother!" cried Isabella, with a pale face.,"No. I can understand your anger from your point of view.".