"What!" she exclaimed. "Philip in Cleveland last night. I - I
- don't understand." And looking at her Kent was astounded at the
flash of terror which shone for an instant in her eyes. Before he
had time to question her she bolted around the corridor.
Kent remained staring ahead for an instant then returned thoughtfully
to his office, and within a second Sylvester received a telephone
message to show Colonel McIntyre into Kent's office. Not only
Colonel McIntyre followed the clerk into the room but Benjamin
Clymer. "Any further developments, Kent?" inquired the banker.
"No, we can't sit down; just dropped in to see you a minute."
"There is nothing new," Kent had made instant decision; such
information regarding the death of Turnbull as he had gleaned from
Ferguson, and the events of the night before should be confided to
Clymer alone, and not in the presence of Colonel McIntyre.
"Did you search Turnbull's apartment last night as you spoke of
doing?" asked McIntyre.
"I did, and found no trace of your securities, Colonel.
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