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Maurice, whose nerves were proof against such fantasies, laughed disbelievingly.,"Why, of course," interrupted Isabella again. "Don't you remember. Dido, you were asked if you had taken it?","Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!",CHAPTER VIII. A CRY IN THE NIGHT.,"Am I unjust in my hatred of you?" demanded Jen, getting on his feet. "I think not. Dr. Etwald. Your desire to marry Isabella, or rather her fortune, has been the cause of all these ills. Dido was only your instrument, whom you compelled to work by means of the Voodoo stone. That she betrayed you in the end was your punishment. I do not blame her so much as I do you. You alone are responsible for the death of those two poor lads of mine.","I saw nothing," said David, wearily. "God knows what has become of the body!","Unexpected, Mr. Alymer!" smiled Etwald. "After my statement last night?","I forgot to tell you my name," she said, holding out a strong, slender hand. "I am Margaret Howes, and I know you are Elinor Kendall, for I saw it on your locker. I don't know your sister's name—she is your sister, isn't she?","Don't," cried Isabella, with a shudder. "You have done enough evil. Do not add perjury to your other sins.","Then it's Tom," cried Patricia delightedly. "I wonder if he'll mind being tagged. Shall you tell him his fate soon, Ju, or let him gradually waken to it?","No, Major Jen, I can't, and I shan't," retorted Etwald, tartly. "If you are wise you will arrange to let me come here to-morrow at eleven, and meet Mrs. Dallas and her daughter.","What! that criminal?".