"Yis. It ole Dido," she said. "But ole Dido not lost. Dat great massa, he look after ole Dido."
"If you mean Dr. Etwald, he will have enough to do to look after himself. Well, Mrs. Dallas, as I have learned what I wished to know, I shall now take my leave."
"You go to ruin us," wept Mrs. Dallas.
"No," said Jen, in an inflexible voice. "I go to punish the man who killed my boy."
Without another word he left the room. His last glance showed that Dido had gathered her sobbing mistress in her arms, and was staring after him in a defiant manner. At the front door Jen heard his name called softly, and Isabella, with a rich color in her usually pale cheeks, came flying after him.
"Major, major, I have heard all! I have been listening at the window."
"Then you know that I am aware of your deception about the handkerchief?"
"Yes. I did not speak truly," stammered Isabella, "but I could not act otherwise. It was to save a certain person."
"Dr. Etwald?"
"No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick."