"I don t quite understand" - Helen raised her handkerchief to her
forehead and removed a drop of moisture. "How did Philip kill
Jimmie there in court before us all?"
"Ferguson believes that he put the dose of aconitine in the glass
of water which Jimmie asked for," explained Kent, and would have
continued his remarks, but a scream from Barbara startled him.
"There, look at the window," she cried. "I saw a face peering in.
Look quick, Harry, look!"
Kent needed no second bidding, but although he craned his head far
outside the open window and gazed both up and down the street and
along the path to the kitchen door, he failed to see any one. "Was
it a man or woman?" he asked, turning back to the room.
"I - I couldn't tell; it was just a glimpse." Barbara stood resting
one hand on the table, her weight leaning upon it. Not for words
would she have had Kent know that her knees were shaking under her.
"Did you see the face, Helen?" As he put the question Kent looked
around at the silent girl in the corner; she had slipped back in
her chair and, with closed eyes, lay white-lipped and limp.
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