"Voodoo!" she said, and laughed again.
The major guessed that she meant that African witchcraft would avert disaster from Etwald, and at once flung the word back in her face.
"Voodoo will not help the doctor," said he, quietly. "This is a civilized country, and we who inhabit it are above being influenced by such degrading superstitions. You believe in Voodoo; in Obi; let us see if such things will protect you."
"Do you mean that Dido is in danger of arrest?" cried Mrs. Dallas, in a terrified tone.
"Certainly, as the accomplice of Etwald."
"But she did not kill Mr. Alymer."
"She filled the devil-stick with the poison which was used to kill him," retorted the major, coldly, "and she confesses to having aided him in stealing the body."
"Ah!" murmured Mrs. Dallas, casting a haggard look around. "All is lost."
"Are you alluding to Dido?" demanded Jen, rather surprised at her tone.
Mrs. Dallas was about to speak, when the negress silenced her with a look, and raised her head proudly.