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"But what are you talking of?" broke in Jen, impetuously. "You say that my poor boy died from blood-poisoning. How else could he have come by that, save through being touched or struck with the devil-stick? No one in the neighborhood was likely to possess any weapon likely to corrupt the blood. If Maurice had been stabbed, or shot, or if his head had been smashed in, I could understand the crime--or rather the motive for the crime--better; but as it is, the person who stole the devil-stick must have killed him." "You're a darling," said Patricia, "and the Lord must be terribly fond of you." Patricia drew in her breath with a gasp. She put her hand on the knob of the door and noiselessly turned it. "Why no, major. Mr. Sarby was with him.".