"I last saw Turnbull going out
of the street door."
"Were you disturbed by the burglar's entrance on Monday night?"
McIntyre shook his head. "I am a heavy sleeper," he said. "I
regret very much that my daughter Helen did not at once awaken me
on finding the burglar, as she supposed, hiding in the closet. I
knew nothing of the affair until Grimes informed me of it, and
only reached the police court in time to bring my daughters home
from the distressing scene following the identification of the dead
burglar as Jimmie Turnbull."
"Colonel McIntyre," Penfield turned over several papers until he
found the one he sought. "Mrs. Brewster has testified that while
you and she were sitting in the reception room, Mr. Clymer opened
the window. Did you close it on leaving the room?"
McIntyre reflected before answering. "I cannot remember doing so,"
he stated finally. "Clymer was in rather a hurry to leave, and
after bidding Mrs. Brewster good night, we went straight out to
the car and I drove him to the Saratoga."
"Then you cannot swear to the window having been re-locked?"
"I cannot.
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