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called, also Colonel Thorne, Senator Harris, and Mrs. Brewster."
"Mrs. Brewster!" The newspaper slipped from Kent's fingers in his
astonishment. "What did she want here?"
"To see you, sir, so she said, but she first asked for Mr.
Rochester," explained Sylvester, stooping over to pick up the
inside sheet of the Times which had separated from the others. "I
told her that Mr. Rochester was unavoidably detained in Cleveland;
then she said she would consult you and I let her wait in your
office for the good part of an hour."
Kent thought a moment then walked toward his door; on its threshold
he paused, struck by a sudden idea.
"Did Colonel McIntyre come with Mrs. Brewster?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Kent; he came in while she was here."
"And they went off together," volunteered Mrs. Sylvester, who had
been a silent listener to their conversation. Kent started; he had
forgotten the woman. "Excuse me, Mr. Kent," she continued, and
stepped toward him. "I presume, likely, that you are very interested
in this charge of murder against your partner, Mr.
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