"Mr. Turnbull's enemy is not unknown and
will soon be under arrest."
"Who is he?" demanded Clymer and Kent simultaneously.
"Philip Rochester."
Clymer was the first to recover from his astonishment. "Oh, get
out!" he exclaimed incredulously. "Why, Rochester was Turnbull's
most intimate friend."
"Until they fell in love with the same girl," answered Ferguson
succinctly, taking possession of the only other chair the porch
boasted. "One quarrel led to another and then Rochester did for
him. Oh, it dove-tails nicely; motive, jealous anger; opportunity,
recognition in court of Turnbull disguised as a burglar, at the
same time Rochester learns that Turnbull has been caught after
midnight in the house of his sweetheart -"
"D - mn you!" Kent sprang for the detective's throat. "Cut out
your abominable insinuations. Miss McIntyre shall not be insulted."
"I'm not insulting her," gasped Ferguson, half strangled. "Let go,
Mr. Kent. I'm only telling you what that half crazy partner of
yours, Rochester, was probably thinking in the police court.
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