"
Kent, who had arrived at the morgue a few minutes before the
policeman commenced his testimony, smiled in spite of himself. He
was feeling exceedingly low spirited, and had come to the inquest
with inward foreboding as to its result. On what developed there,
he Was convinced, hung Jimmie Turnbull's good name. After his
interview with Detective Ferguson that morning, he had wired Philip
Rochester to return to Washington at once. He had requested an
immediate reply, and had fully expected to find a telegram at his
office when he stopped there on his way to the morgue, but none had
come.
"Whom did you see in the McIntyre house?" the coroner asked O'Ryan.
"No one sir, except the burglar and Miss McIntyre."
"Did you find any doors or windows unlocked?"
"No, sir; I never looked to see."
"Why not?"
"Because the young lady said that she had been over the house and
everything was then fastened." O'Ryan looked anxiously at the
coroner. Would he make him out derelict in his duty? It would
seriously affect his standing on the Force.
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