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Patricia occupied herself getting her tools from the convenient shelf on her own locker, hoping that the talk was not to end there.,"The law, Major Jen?" said Mrs. Dallas, alarmed.,"There you have it," cried Arkel, with a nod. "The wound at the back of the head was caused by his falling like a log when he was drugged.","Of course he does," cried Jen, wrathfully.,Elinor merely shook her head gently, while Griffin stood in embarrassed silence.,"I think Miss Jinny has hurt her hand, Miss Pat," she said with exaggerated anxiety. "She's got her handkerchief wrapped about it. I hope it isn't badly hurt—she doesn't look as if it were inimical, does she?",On his part, Major Jen, together with Arkel, built up a strong case against the man whom they fully believed to be the culprit. Search had been made in Etwald's house, but no traces of the dead body could be found. Its disappearance was almost as profound a mystery as the reason which had induced Etwald to steal it. The reasons for the theft of the devil-stick, for the murder of Maurice, were plain enough; but what had induced the doctor to make away with the corpse no one could discover. Etwald himself, even to his counsel, was silent on the subject.,"Later on, my friend Cain," said the major, grimly. "You will have quite enough to do to save your neck from the halter.",First—no husband. That's out of the question! I'm not strong-minded enough to crank my own motor-car and study woman's suffrage. I like men, can't help it, and seem to need one for my own.,"Patricia's spouting again," remarked Judith with the serene cruelty of extreme youth. "I didn't mind, because I'm used to it, but I guess Bruce is thankful you didn't keep us any longer, Elinor.","You! And upon what grounds?" cried Alymer, flushing out in a rage.,Judith, ignoring Patricia's pungent remarks, turned her calm eyes inquiringly to Elinor..