" Mrs. Brewster's charming smile was
infectious.
"When did you first learn of the supposed burglary and the death
of James Turnbull?"
"The McIntyre twins told me about the tragedy on their return from
the police court," answered Mrs. Brewster, and settled herself a
little more comfortably in the witness chair.
"When you were in the reception room, Mrs. Brewster " - Penfield
paused and studied his notes a second -" did you observe if the
window was open or closed?"
"It was not open when we entered," she responded. "But the air in
the room was stuffy and at my request Mr. Clymer raised the window."
"Did he close it later?"
She considered the question. "I really do not recall," she admitted
finally. Her eyes strayed toward the door through which she had
entered, and Penfield answered her unspoken thought.
"Just one more question," he said hurriedly. "Did you see the dogs
on Monday night?"
"Yes. I heard them scratching at the door leading to the basement
as I went upstairs, and so I turned around and went down and opened
the door and let them run down into the cellar.
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