"
"One of them must have," insisted Barbara.
"The envelope hadn't legs or wings."
"One of them did take it," agreed Kent.
"But which one is the question. Frankly, to find the answer, I must
know the contents of the envelope, Helen."
"Why?"
"Because then I will have some idea who would be enough interested
in the envelope to steal it."
Helen considered him long and thoughtfully. "I cannot answer your
question," she announced finally. She saw his face harden, and
hastened to explain. "Not through any lack of confidence in you,
Harry, b-b-but," she stumbled in her speech. "I - I do not know
what the envelope contains."
Kent stared at her open-mouthed. "Then who requested you to lock
the envelope in Rochester's safe?" he demanded, and receiving no
reply, asked suddenly: "Was it Rochester?"
"I am not at liberty to tell you," she responded; her mouth set in
obstinate lines and before he could press his request a second time,
she asked: "Philip Rochester defended Jimmie in court when every
one thought him a burglar; why then, should Philip have picked him
out to attack - he is not a homicidal maniac?"
"No, but the police contend that Rochester recognized Jimmie in his
make-up and decided to kill him; hoping his death would be
attributed to angina pectoris, and no post-mortem held," wound up
Kent.
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