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"I know, I know!" broke in Dido, impatiently. "But dat not to do wid me. De poison in your debble-stick." Patricia started and looked up with a sunny smile. "Really!" said Etwald, with pointed satire. "Was I as cruel as that!".
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"But what about me?" said a voice outside the open window; "what about me?" And a moment later David, in dusty riding-dress, stepped into the room. He looked disturbed and angry, and his strongly marked face bore traces of agitation and haunting thoughts. Etwald said nothing. With his eyes fixed upon the devil-stick, he meditated deeply. The barrister, whose belief was that Etwald knew more about the wand than he chose to say, watched him closely. He noticed that the doctor eyed the stick, then, after a pause, let his gaze wander to the face of Maurice. Another pause, and he was looking at David, who received the fire of this strange man's eyes without blanching. "On three charges. First, that he thieved the devil-stick; second, that he killed Maurice; and third, that he stole the lad's body." "She returned through your grounds, but where she went Battersea does not know.".
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