Barbara's eyes opened to their
widest extent, and back in her corner, into which she had
gradually edged her chair, Helen emitted a long, long breath as
her taut muscles relaxed.
"What makes Ferguson think Philip guilty?" demanded Barbara.
"It is known that he and Jimmie were not on good terms," replied
Kent. "Then Rochester's disappearance after Jimmie's death lends
color to the theory."
"Has Philip really disappeared?" asked Helen. "You showed me a
telegram -"
"Apparently the telegram was a fake," admitted Kent. "The Cleveland
police report that he is not at the address given in the telegram."
"But who could have an object in sending such a telegram?" asked
Barbara slowly.
"Rochester, in the hope of throwing the police off his track, if
he really killed Jimmie." Kent looked straight at Helen. "It was
while searching our office safe for trace of Rochester's present
address that Ferguson obtained possession of your sealed envelope."
Helen plucked nervously at the ribbon on her gown. "Did the
detective open the envelope" she asked.
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