"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive; the red seal was unbroken."
"Tell us how the envelope came to be stolen from you," coaxed
Barbara.
"We were in the little smoking porch off the dining room at the Club
de Vingt." Barbara smiled her remembrance of it, and motioned Kent
to continue. "Ferguson had just put down the envelope on the table
and I started to pick it up when cheering in the dining room
distracted my attention and I, with the others, went to see what it
was about. When I returned to the porch the envelope was no longer
on the table."
"Who were with you?" questioned Helen.
"Your father, Mrs. Brewster -"
"Of course," murmured Barbara. "Go on, Harry."
"Detective Ferguson and Ben Glymer," Barbara made a wry face, "and"
- went on Kent, not heeding her, "each of these persons deny any
further knowledge of the envelope, except they declare it was lying
on the table when we all made a dash for the dining room.
"Who was the last to leave the porch?" asked Helen.
"Ben Clymer."
"And he saw no one take the envelope?"
"He declares that he had his back to the table, part of the time,
but to the best of his knowledge no one took the envelope.
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