"
Penfield paused a moment. "Did you return immediately to your house
from the Saratoga apartment?"
"I did" promptly. "My chauffeur, Harris, wasn't well, and I wanted
him to get home."
Penfield thought a moment before putting the next question.
"How did Miss Barbara return from the Grosvenor dance?" he asked.
"She was brought home by friends, Colonel and Mrs. Chase." McIntyre
in turning about in his chair knocked down his walking stick from
its resting place against its side, and the unexpected clatter made
several women, nervously inclined, jump in their seats. Observing
them, McIntyre smiled and was still smiling amusedly when Penfield
addressed him.
"Did you observe many lights burning in your house when you
returned?" asked Penfield.
"No, only those which are usually left lit at night."
"Was your daughter Helen awake?"
"I do not know. Her room was in darkness when I walked past her
door on my way to bed."
Penfield removed his eye-glasses and polished them on his silk
handkerchief. "I have no further questions to ask.
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