"Extraordinary
developments at the inquest this afternoon," he began, as she
volunteered no remark. "To think of Jimmie Turnbull being
poisoned!"
"It is unbelievable," she said, and her vehemence was a surprise to
Kent; he knew her as all froth and bubble. What had brought the
dark circles under her eyes and the unwonted seriousness in her
manner?
"Unbelievable, yes," he agreed gravely. "But true; the autopsy
ended all doubt."
"You mean it developed doubt," she corrected, and a sigh accompanied
the words. "Have the police any clew to the guilty man?"
"I don't know, I'm sure," Kent spoke with caution.
"You don't?" Her voice was a little sharp. "Didn't Detective
Ferguson give you any news when talking to you on the porch?"
"So you recognized the detective?"
"I? No; I have never seen him before" - she nodded gayly to an
acquaintance passing through the hall. "Colonel McIntyre told me
his name. It was so odd to meet a man here not in evening clothes
that I had to ask who he was."
"Ferguson came to bring me some papers about a personal matter,"
explained Kent.
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