"I could not get Isabella further than the door of your house," exclaimed Mrs. Dallas, who was in deep mourning, whether for Maurice or David, or for the loss of Dido, it was impossible to say.
"Why did she not come in?" asked Jen, coldly, for he did not feel very amiably disposed toward the widow.
"I don't know. She is a strange girl, major, and the events of the last few weeks have shaken her nerves."
"They have shaken mine," retorted Jen, grimly. "But we need not discuss these things, Mrs. Dallas. May I ask why you have paid me this visit?"
"To tell you that we are going away."
"Going away, and where, may I ask?"
"Back to Barbadoes," replied Mrs. Dallas, with a sigh. "Yes, major, after what has taken place here, I can stay no longer in England. I shall sell my house and leave for the West Indies with my daughter within the month."
"I think it is the best thing you can do," said Jen, brusquely. "By the way, what has become of Dido?"
"She has left me in the most ungrateful manner. Since she obtained the Voodoo stone and gave evidence at the trial she has not been seen. I believe," added Mrs. Dallas, in a confidential manner, "that Dido has gone to Barbadoes also."
"To be queen of the black witches of Obi, no doubt. Faugh!"