"
"Hold on," cautioned Kent. "In the flurry of the moment, Turnbull
may have accidentally put two capsules in the handkerchief, meaning
only to use one."
"Mr. Kent," the detective spoke impressively, "that wasn't Turnbull's
handkerchief."
"Not his own handkerchief!" exclaimed Kent. "Then, are you sure
that Turnbull used it?"
"Yes; that fact is established by reputable witnesses; Dr. Stone,
Mr. Clymer, and the deputy marshal," Ferguson spoke with increasing
earnestness. "That is a woman's handkerchief - look at it."
Ferguson laid the little bundle on the broad arm of Kent's chair and
with infinite care folded back the edges of the handkerchief,
revealing as he did so, the small particles of capsules still
clinging to the linen. But Kent hardly observed the capsules, his
entire attention being centered on one corner of the handkerchief,
which had neatly embroidered on it the letter "B."
CHAPTER VI
STRAIGHT QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS
Colonel McIntyre, with an angry gesture, threw down the newspaper
he had been reading.
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