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"I refuse to tell you--at present." Mrs. Dallas, closing her eyes, continued rocking herself to and fro, saying but one word in answer. "I can't answer that question either," said the doctor, taking up his hat. "A detective may be able to assist you on those points. Engage one.".
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When he paused, she pondered and finally spoke out. "Oh, that was on the first night, sir," she hastened to explain. "It was put on his head when in the room where he fell, sir. The doctor, sir, says as it ain't safe to take it away yet." "I shall explain," said Etwald. "David found out that Maurice was going to meet Isabella that night secretly in the grounds of Mrs. Dallas near the gates. Determined to see the meeting, and to learn if there was any hope for him, he feigned a journey to London in order to lull any suspicions which Maurice might have that he was being watched. Instead of going, however, he concealed himself at a spot where he could see the gates which opened onto the highway. Now," added Etwald, with a side glance at the major, "it so happened that I also wished to see that meeting." "Dido--the negress, of Mrs. Dallas!".
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