"Get the twins out
of here - do something, man! Don't you know that Turnbull was
in love with -"
His fervid whisper penetrated further than he realized and one of
the McIntyre twins looked inquiringly in their direction. Clymer,
more startled than his demeanor indicated, wondered if she had
overheard Rochester's ejaculations, but whatever action the banker
contemplated in response to the lawyer's appeal was checked by a
scream from the girl on his right. With ashen face and trembling
finger she pointed to Turnbull's body which suddenly confronted her
as she walked forward.
"Who is it?" she gasped. "Babs, tell me!" And she held out her
hand imploringly.
Her sister stepped to her side and bent over Turnbull. When she
looked up her lips alone retained their color.
"Hush!" she implored, giving her sister a slight shake. "Hush!
It is Jimmie Turnbull. Can you not see for yourself, dear?"
It seemed doubtful if Helen heard her; with attention wholly
centered on the dead man she swayed on her feet, and Dr. Stone,
thinking she was about to fall, placed a supporting arm about
her.
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