Etwald shrugged his shoulders.
"It would seem so," he assented. "Mr. Aylmer is dead, as you say; so the term life in death can not be applied to his present state of non-existence. But you will admit that I foretold that evil would happen to him if he decided to marry Miss Dallas. It has turned out as I thought."
"True, doctor," remarked Jen, keeping his eyes fixed upon the swart face of the other, "and is that all you have to say?"
"All? What else do you expect me to say?" demanded Etwald, coldly.
"Say who you think killed Maurice."
"That is beyond my powers."
"Then who stole the devil-stick?"
"I can't answer that question either," said the doctor, taking up his hat. "A detective may be able to assist you on those points. Engage one."
"No," said Jen, linking David by the arm, "we don't need aid from the law to learn who killed Maurice and avenge his death. David and myself will find the guilty person."
"Really! I hope you will succeed. But a case like this requires a trained intelligence such as you will find in a detective. Of course you may command my services, major, but I am afraid you will not succeed."