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telephone calls for you in succession from Colonel McIntyre to hurry to 

his home。〃 

     〃Thanks;   Sylvester。〃      Kent     turned   to  Mrs。   Brewster。     〃Would     you 

mind driving me to the McIntyre?            We can talk on the way there。〃 

     Mrs。   Brewster   picked   up   the   speaking   tube。    〃Home;   ;   Harris;〃   she 

directed; as the chauffeur listened for the order。 



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     Neither   spoke   as   the   big   car   started   up   the   street   but   as   they   swung 

past old St。 John's Church; Mrs。 Brewster broke her silence。 

     〃Mr。 Kent;〃 she drew further back in her corner。                〃I claim a woman's 

privilege   …   to   change   my   mind。    Forget   that   I   ever   expressed   a   wish   to 

consult you professionally; and remember; I am always glad to meet you 

as a friend。〃 

     〃Certainly;     Mrs。   Brewster;     as  you    wish。〃    Kent's    tone;   expressing 

polite    acquiescence;      covered     mixed     feelings。    What      had   caused    the 

widow   to   change   her   mind   so   suddenly;   and   above   all;   what   had   she 

wished   to   consult   him   about?      He   faced   her   more   directly。     She   was 

charmingly   gowned;   and   in   spite   of   his   perplexities;   he   could   not   but 

admire her air of quiet elegance and the soft dark eyes regarding him in 

friendly good…fellowship。          Suddenly realizing that his glance had become 

a fixed stare; he hastily averted his eyes from her face; catching sight; as 

he did so; of the gold mesh bag lying in her lap。                  The glint of sunlight 

brought into prominence the handsomely engraved letter 〃B〃 on its surface。 

An unexpected swerve of the limousine; as the chauffeur turned short to 

avoid a speeding army truck; caused both Kent and Mrs。 Brewster to sway 

forward   and   the   gold   mesh   bag   slid   to   the   floor;   carrying   with   it   the 

widow's      handkerchief      and   gold    vanity   box。    Kent     stooped    over    and 

picked up the articles as well as the contents of the mesh bag; which had 

opened in its descent and spilled her money and papers over the floor of 

the limousine。 

     〃Oh; thank you;〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Brewster; as he handed her the bag; 

box; and bank notes。          〃Don't bother to look for that quarter; Harris will 

find it at the garage。〃 

     Kent ignored her remark as he again searched the floor of the car; he 

was glad of the pretext to avoid looking at the widow。                He wanted time to 

collect   his   thoughts   for;   in   Picking   up   her   belongings;   her   handkerchief 

had    caught    his  attention    …  he  had   seen   its  mate   in  the   possession     of 

Detective Ferguson; and clinging to it the broken portions of the capsules 

of    amyl    nitrite  which     Jimmie     Turnbull     had   inhaled    just   before    his 

mysterious death。 

     Into Kent's mind flashed Mrs。 Sylvester's statement that Mrs。 Brewster 



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was     in  the  police    court   at  the  time   of  the   tragedy;   although     in  her 

testimony   at   the   inquest   she   had   sworn   she   had   not   heard   of   Jimmie's 

death until the return of Helen and Barbara McIntyre。                  She had been in 

the police court; and Jimmie had used her handkerchief … a mate to the one 

she     was    then   holding;    the   letter   〃B〃   with    its  peculiar    twist   was 

unmistakable … and 〃B〃 stood for Brewster as well as for Barbara!                     Kent 

drew in his breath sharply。 

     〃My handkerchief; please;〃 the widow held out her hand; and after a 

moment's hesitation; Kent gave it to her。 

     〃Pardon   me;〃   he   apologized。       〃I   was   struck   by   the  handkerchief's 

appearance。〃 

     Mrs。    Brewster     turned   it  over。   〃In    what   way    is  the  handkerchief 

unique?〃 she asked; laughing。 

     〃Because   Jimmie   Turnbull   crushed   amyl   nitrite   capsules   in   its   mate 

just before he died;〃 explained Kent quietly。             〃Detective Ferguson claims 

that    Jimmie      unintentionally     broke     more    than    one    capsule    in   the 

handkerchief; was overcome by the powerful fumes and died。〃 

     〃But the inquest proved that Jimmie was killed by a dose of aconitine 

poison;〃 she reminded him; as she tucked the handkerchief up her sleeve。 

     Kent   did   not   reply   immediately。     〃A   man   does   not   usually   carry   a 

woman's handkerchief about with him;〃 he commented slowly。                        〃Odd; is 

it not; that Jimmie should have used a handkerchief of yours in the police 

court just prior to his death; while you were sitting a few feet away?〃 

     〃I?〃    Mrs。   Brewster   turned   and   regarded   him   steadfastly。      She   was 

deadly white under her rouge。           〃Mr。 Kent; are you crazy?〃 

     〃Yes; crazy to know why you kept your presence in the police court on 

Tuesday   morning   a   secret;〃   replied   Kent。       In   their   earnestness   neither 

noticed Kent's absent…minded clutch on a small folded paper which he had 

picked up from the floor of the limousine。              〃Mrs。 Brewster; why did you 

laugh when Dr。 Stone carried Jimmie Turnbull out of the court room?〃 

     Mrs。   Brewster   sat   still   in   her   corner   of   the   car;   so   still   that   Kent; 

observing her closely; feared that she had fainted。               She had dropped her 

eyes; and her face; set like marble; gave him no key to her thoughts。 

     The door of the limousine was jerked open almost before the car came 



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to   a   full   stop   in   front   of   the   McIntyre   residence;   and   Colonel   McIntyre 

offered   his   hand   to   help   Mrs。   Brewster   out。  On   the   step   she   turned   to 

Kent; who had lifted his hat to McIntyre in silent greeting。 

     〃Your forte lies as a romancer rather than a lawyer; Mr。 Kent;〃 she said; 

and not giving him time for a reply; almost ran inside the house。 

     〃Glad you could get here so soon; Kent;〃 remarked McIntyre; signing 

to his chauffeur to drive on before he led the way into the house。 〃Grimes 

has worked himself almost into a fever asking for you。〃 

     〃Grimes?〃 

     〃Yes。    Grimes was attacked in our library early this morning by some 

unknown   person;   and   is   in   bed   with   a   bad   wound   on   his   temple   and   a 

tendency to hysteria;〃 McIntyre explained。 

     〃Come upstairs。〃 

     Kent   handed   his   cane   and   hat   to   the   footman   and   followed   Colonel 

McIntyre; who stalked ahead without another word。                  As they mounted the 

stairs   Kent    glanced    at  the  folded    paper   which    he   still  held;  and   was 

surprised to see that it was a check。            The signature showed him that he 

had    unintentionally      walked     off  with    Mrs。   Brewster's     property。     His 

decision   to   hand   it   to   Colonel   McIntyre   was   checked   by   the      Colonel 

disappearing inside a bedroom; with a muttered injunction to 〃wait there;〃 

and Kent stuffed the check inside his vest pocket。                 It would serve as an 

excuse   to   interview   Mrs。   Brewster   again   before   leaving   the   house。      He 

was determined to have an answer to the question he had put to her in the 

limousine。       Why   had   she   gone   to   the   police   court;   and   why   kept   her 

presence there a secret? 

     When Colonel McIntyre reappeared in the hall he was accompanied by 

Detective Ferguson。         〃Sorry to keep you standing; Kent;〃 he said。 〃I have 

sent for you and Ferguson; first because Grimes insists on seeing you; and 

second; because I am determined that this midnight house…breaking shall 

be thoroughly investigated and put an end to。 This way;〃 and he led them 

into   a   large   airy   bedroom   on   the   third   floor;   to   which   Grimes   had   been 

carried unconscious   that   morning;  instead   of to   his   own   bedroom  in   the 

servants' quarters。 

     Grimes; with his head swathed in bandages; was a woe…begone object。 



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He greeted Colonel McIntyre and the detective with a sullen glare; but his 

eyes brightened at sight of Kent; and he moved a feeble hand in welcome。 

     〃Sit down; sirs;〃 he mumbled。          〃There's chairs for all。〃 

     〃Don't   worry   about   us;〃   remarked   McIntyre   cheerily。        〃Just   tell   us 

how you got that nasty knock on the head。〃 

     〃I dunno; sir; it came like a clap o' thunder;〃 Grimes tried to lift his 

head; but gave over the attempt as excruciating pain followed the effort。 

     〃What hour of the morning was it?〃 asked Ferguson。 

     〃About one o'clock; as near as I can tell; sir。〃 

     〃And     what   were    you   doing    in  the  library   at  that  hour;  Grimes?〃 

demanded McIntyre。 

     〃Trying to find out what your household was up to; sir;〃 was Grimes' 

unexpected answer; and McIntyre started。 

     〃Explain your meaning; Grimes;〃 he commanded sternly。 

     〃You can do it better than I can; sir;〃 retorted Grimes。            〃You know the 

reason every one's searching the room with the seven doors。〃 

     〃The room with the seven doors!〃 echoed Ferguson。                 〃Which is that?〃 

     〃Grimes   means   the   library。〃   McIntyre's   tone   was   short。    〃I   have   no 

idea; Grimes; what your allegations mean。             Be more explicit。〃 

     The   butler   eyed   him   in   no   friendly   fashion。  〃Wasn't   Mr。   Turnbull 

arrested   in   that   very  room?〃   he   demanded。     〃And   what   was   he   looking 

for?〃 

     〃Mr。 Turnbull's presence  has been   explained;〃   replied   McIntyre。   〃He 

came   here   disguised   as   a   burglar   on   a   wager   with   my   daughter;   Miss 

Barbara。〃 

     〃Ah;    did   he   now?〃      Grimes'     rising   inflection   indicated    nervous 

tension。     〃Did a man with a bad heart come here in the dead of night for 

nothing but that foolishness?〃         Grimes glared at his three visitors。          〃You 

bet he didn't。〃 

     Ferguson;  who   had   followed   the dialogue   between   McIntyre   and   his 

servant with deep attention; addressed the excited man。 

     〃Why   did   Mr。  Turnbull   enter   Colonel   McIntyre's   library   on   Monday 

night disguised as a burglar?〃 he asked。 

     Gri

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