"Did the dogs discover his presence in the house?"
"Apparently not, or they would have aroused the household," she said.
"I cannot answer that question, though, because I was not at home."
"Where are the dogs kept?"
"In the garage in the daytime."
"And at night?" he persisted.
"They roam about our house," she admitted, "or sleep in the boudoir,
which is between my sister's bedroom and mine.
"Were the dogs in the house on Monday night?"
"I did not see them on my return from the dance."
"That is not an answer to my question, Miss McIntyre," the coroner
pointed out. "Were the dogs in the house?"
There was a distinct pause before she spoke. "I recall hearing our
butler, Grimes, say that he found the dogs in the cellar. Mr.
Turnbull's shocking death put all else out of my mind; I never once
thought of the dogs."
"In spite of the fact that it was a wager over the dogs which
brought about the whole situation?" remarked the coroner dryly.
Barbara flushed at his tone, then grew pale.
"I honestly forgot about the dogs," she repeated.
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