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 He pointed to the painted figure. Merritt leaned forward to examine.

"This is quaint," he said. "See this thing that looks like a fancy ornament on her breast? It's no ornament; it's a little devil. And it's in every one of her pictures. You can see for yourselves."

"So it is," quoth Holloway, going around to investigate. "A little devil. Ain't it cute?"

But Ibraheem howled again.

"Nat um devul soul in she lookun out. Nat why she did got walled up. If she die so,"—he drew a hand across his neck,—"or get um killed, devul he get out of she and run away. Wall um up like nis so devul, when she die and he got out, mus' stay in here. Now you let devul