"B-but Helen believes otherwise."
Kent drew back. "What do you mean, Babs?" he demanded.
"Just that," Barbara spoke wearily, and Kent, giving her close
attention, grew aware of dark shadows under her eyes which told
plainly of a sleepless night. "I want to engage you as our counsel
to help Helen find out about Jimmie's death."
"Find out what?" asked Kent, his bewilderment increasing. "Do you
mean that Jimmie's death was not the result of a dangerous heart
disease, but of foul play?"
Barbara nodded her head vigorously. "Yes."
Kent sat back in his chair and regarded her in silence for a second.
"How could that be, Babs, in an open police court with dozens of
spectators all about?" he asked. "The slightest attempt to kill
him would have been frustrated by the police officials; remember,
a prisoner especially, is hedged in and guarded."
"Well, he wasn't so very hedged in," retorted Barbara. "I was there
and saw how closely people approached Jimmie."
"Did you observe any one hand him anything?"
"N-no," Barbara drawled the word as she strove to visualize the
scene in the court room; then catching Kent's look of doubt she
added with unmistakable emphasis.
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