"It was," not giving Kent time to speak again Ferguson continued
his remarks. "As this was unaddressed I brought it to you, Mr.
Kent, to ask if it was your personal property" - he drew out the
white envelope which Helen McIntyre had brought Kent that morning
and turned it over so that both men could see the large red seal
bearing the letter "B."
"It is my property," asserted Kent instantly.
"Would you mind opening it?" asked Ferguson.
"I would, most certainly; it relates to my personal affairs."
Ferguson looked a trifle non-plussed. "Would you mind telling me
its contents, Mr. Kent?" he asked persuasively.
Kent regarded the detective squarely. He could not betray Helen,
the envelope might contain harmless nonsense, but she had placed it
in his safe-keeping - no, confound it, she had left it in the safe
for Rochester - and Rochester was apparently a fugitive from justice,
while circumstantial evidence pointed to his having poisoned Helen's
lover, Jimmie...
"If you must know, Ferguson," Kent spoke with deliberation.
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