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"The devil-stick!" gasped Jen, pointing a shaking finger at the wall. "The devil-stick!" They followed the general exodus upstairs, feeling more and more at home with every step. "Ah, that is what we wish to find out," said the doctor, gravely. "But how do I know? Battersea may be the thief.".
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"There is no necessity to congratulate me at all," replied the other, coloring. "I knew that it would not be wise to let him out of sight after I saw the devil-stick in his possession. And as to my courage," she added carelessly, "the poor old creature is so feeble that even I, a woman, could overpower him. But ring the bell, major, and have him in. I may be wrong. He may be innocent, but if you force him to confess how he obtained possession of the devil-stick you may get at the truth, and perhaps at the name of the murderer." "That you must prove," replied Lady Meg, dryly. "I ain't a fool, sir," said the tramp, with a sheepish grin. "I should, you bet." "The great master," repeated Jen; "you mean Dr. Etwald?".
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