"Did you
find any unlocked?"
"Yes; one was open in the little reception room off the front door."
"What floor is the room on?"
"The ground floor."
"Would it have been easy for any one to gain admittance through the
window without attracting attention in the street?" was Penfield's
next question.
"Yes."
"Miss McIntyre," Penfield rose, "I have only a few more questions
to put to you. Why did Mr. Turnbull come to your house - a house
where he was a welcome visitor - in the middle of the night
disguised. as a burglar?"
The reporters as well as the spectators bent forward to catch her
reply.
"Mr. Turnbull had a wager with my sister, Barbara," she explained.
"She bet him that he could not break into the house without being
discovered."
Penfield considered her answer before addressing her again.
"Why didn't Mr. Turnbull tell you who he was when you had him
arrested?" he asked.
Helen shrugged her shoulders. "I cannot answer that question, for
I do not know his reason. If he had only confided in me" - her
voice shook -" he might have been alive to-day.
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