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"Yes," replied Maurice, deliberately. "I suspect Dido, the negress." Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out. "Going away, and where, may I ask?".
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"Listen," he said, impressively. "I make a figure that they all wish to see, but I have not shown him. Well, when I show him, at the rest, all, all go out to the clay room to see." Judith's voice came plaintively from her room. "What are you saying, Dido?" asked Battersea, his feeble intellect scared by the fierce gestures and the unknown tongue. With the utmost coolness he entered the room and sat down in a chair near Arkel. The inspector, with his hand in his breast-pocket, fingered the warrant, but did not deem it wise to execute it until he had heard what proof the major possessed against Etwald for the murder of Maurice Alymer. David sat down near the door, and followed every movement of the scene which ensued with keen eyes. Thus, three of the occupants of the room were seated--Sarby, Arkel, and Etwald. Only one man stood up--Major Jen--and he stood as the accuser..
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