"
"How so?" Penfield shot the question at her.
"Because then he would have been spared the additional excitement
of his trip to the police station and the scene in court, which
brought on his attack of angina pectoris."
Penfield regarded her for a moment in silence.
"I have no further questions, Miss McIntyre," he said, and turned
to the morgue master. "Ask Miss Barbara McIntyre to come to the
platform." Turning back to his table and the papers thereon he
failed to see the twins pass each other in the aisle. They were
identically attired and when Coroner Penfield looked again at the
witness chair, he stared in surprise at its occupant.
"I beg pardon, Miss McIntyre, I desire your sister to testify,"
he remarked.
"I am Barbara McIntyre." A haunting quality in her voice caught
Kent's attention, and he leaned eagerly forward, his eyes following
each movement of her nervous fingers, busily twisting her gloves
inside and out.
"I beg your pardon," exclaimed the coroner, recovering from his
surprise. He had seen the twins at the police court on Tuesday
morning for a second only, and then his attention had been
entirely centered on Helen.
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