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"Not at all. Dr. Etwald used it as a bandage." "No, dat only drib away bad debbils. But you scratch de skin with one leetle bit of it, and you die, die, die!" "By his own confession in court, David was in the grounds of Mrs. Dallas on that night.".

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While he was still considering the affair in a confused manner Jaggard reappeared with the men from "Ashantee" carrying a stretcher. While they placed the body of Maurice thereon, the groom bound for Deanminster passed them driving the dogcart, and Major Jen stopped the man to tell him that at all risk he was to bring back Dr. Etwald with him. Jaggard wondered at this, for Maurice--poor lad--was beyond all earthly aid--but Jen was thinking of a certain person who might have committed the crime, and he wished for the aid of Dr. Etwald to capture that person. In the meantime the necessities of the case called for the immediate removal of the body to "Ashantee." "I think it is the best thing you can do," said Jen, brusquely. "By the way, what has become of Dido?" David took the devil-stick firmly in his grasp and compressed the handle. At once the iron tongue with its drop of venom appeared. With the sharp point he made an irregular wound on the palm of his hand, and cast the devil-stick on the table before him. A moment afterward, amid the silent horror of the crowded court, he fell down--dead. "Indeed you did no such thing," retorted Etwald, coolly. "My story is quite different to that of Dido.".