"
"Fraud?"
"Yes," quietly. "I am aware that you impersonated Helen on the
witness stand and vice versa. You took a frightful risk."
"I don't see why," she protested. "In my testimony I told nothing
but the truth."
"I never doubted you told the truth regarding the events of Monday
night as you saw them, but the coroner's questions were put to you
under the impression that you were Helen." Kent scrutinized her
keenly. "Would Helen have been able to give the same answers that
you did without perjuring herself?"
Barbara started and her face paled. "Are you insinuating that Helen
killed Jimmie?" she cried.
"No," his emphatic denial was prompt. "But I do believe that she
knows more of what transpired Monday night than she is willing to
admit. Is that not so, Barbara?"
"Yes," she acknowledged reluctantly.
"Does she know who poisoned Jimmie?"
"No - no!" Barbara rested a firm hand on his shoulder. "I swear
Helen does not know. You must believe me, Harry."
"She may not know," Kent spoke slowly. "But are you sure she does
not suspect some one?"
"Well, what if I do?" asked Helen quietly, and Kent, looking around,
found her standing just inside the door.
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