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"Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror.,"Good gracious, Molly, don't knock the town down like that! Let 'em have more than a week to get used to this white rag of a dress you've been waving in their faces for the last few days. Go slow!",Elinor nodded. "But I shan't have any trouble finishing in time, I'm sure," she said with bright confidence. "I feel as though it were almost going to do itself.",Jen, who was now looking old and broken down, agreed with a sad shake of his gray head.,"What de doctor say?" asked Dido, in a low-voiced whisper.,"But Jaggard?" asked David, rising stiffly from his chair.,"Upon my word, you're a classy young 'un," she grinned. "Come again soon and give us some more.","I will inform you in a few minutes," replied Lady Meg. "But first tell me if you have found out anything likely to reveal the truth.",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.,"But," insisted Elinor, "we haven't anything——",Evidently it was impossible to extract information from so impenetrable a man. Jen was thoroughly enraged by this display of obstinacy in a quarter where he least expected to find it. Usually sweet-tempered--especially toward his boys--the major quite lost control of his passion at the moment.,"So it was you whom he went to see on business to-night?".