"Continue,
Ferguson."
The detective needed no second bidding.
"Another point," he began. "There never would have been a
post-mortem examination if Miss Helen McIntyre hadn't asked for
it. She knew of the ill-feeling between the men and suspected
foul play on Rochester's part."
"Wait," commanded Kent. "Has Miss McIntyre substantiated that
statement?"
"Not yet," admitted Ferguson. "I stopped at her house, but the
butler said the young ladies had retired and could not see any
one." Kent, who had called there on the way to keep his dinner
engagement with Clymer, had been met with the same statement, to
his bitter disappointment. He most earnestly desired to see the
twins and to see them together, to make one more effort to
induce them to confide in him; for that they had some secret
trouble he was convinced; he longed to be of aid, but his hands
were tied through lack of information.
"Don't imply motives to Miss McIntyre's act until you have
verified them, Ferguson," he cautioned. "Go on with your
theories."
"One moment," Clymer broke into the conversation.
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