"Miss Barbara. She asked us to hurry breakfast for her and Miss
Helen 'cause they had to go at once to the police court; she didn't
give any particulars, or nothing," added Grimes in an injured tone.
"'Twarn't 'til Thomas and I saw the afternoon papers that we knew
what had been going on in our own house."
"That is all, Grimes," announced Penfield, and the butler left the
platform with the same stolid air he wore when he arrived. He was
followed in the witness chair by the other McIntyre servants in
succession. Their testimony added nothing to what he had said but
simply confirmed his statements.
Kent, who had grown restless during the servants' monotonous
testimony, forgot the oppressive atmosphere of the room on seeing
Mrs. Brewster enter under the escort of the morgue master. Spying
a vacant seat several rows ahead of where he was sitting, Kent,
with a muttered apology to the people over whom he crawled in
his efforts to get out, hurried into it just as the vivacious
widow had finished taking the oath to "tell the truth and nothing
but the truth," and seated herself, with much rustling of silk
skirts in the witness chair.
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