"As to his power of observation and his bump of locality
I cannot say. The library was but dimly lighted."
"Miss McIntyre," Penfield spoke slowly. "Were you aware of the real
identity of the burglar?"
"I had no suspicion that he was not what he appeared," she responded.
"He said or did nothing after his arrest to give me the slightest
inkling of his identity."
Penfield raised his eyebrows and shot a look at the deputy coroner
before going on with his examination.
"You knew Mr. Turnbull intimately, and yet you did not recognize
him?" he asked.
"He wore an admirable disguise." Helen touched her lips with the
tip of her tongue; inwardly she longed for the glass of ice water
which she saw standing on the reporters' table. "Mr. Turnbull's
associates will tell you that he excelled in amateur theatricals."
Penfield looked at her critically for a moment before continuing
his questions. She bore his scrutiny with composure.
"Officer O'Ryan has testified that you informed him you examined
the windows of your house," he said, after a brief wait.
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