"
"What!" Kent laughed unbelievingly. "Oh, come, you are mistaken."
"I am not, sir." Mrs. Sylvester spoke with conviction. "Now, why
does Mrs. Brewster declare at the coroner's inquest that she only
heard of the Turnbull tragedy from the McIntyre twins on their
return home?"
"You must be mistaken," argued Kent.
"Why, you admit yourself that the woman was so swathed in veils
that you could not see her face."
"No, but I heard her laugh in court," Mrs. Sylvester spoke in deep
earnestness and Kent placed faith in her statement in spite of his
outward skepticism. "And I heard her laugh in this corridor this
morning and I placed her as the same woman. I asked Mr. Sylvester
who she was, and he told me. I'd been reading this account of the
Turnbull inquest, and I recollected seeing Mrs. Brewster's name,
and my husband and I were just reading the account over when you
came in."
Kent gazed in perplexity at Mrs. Sylvester. "Why did Mrs. Brewster
laugh in the police court?" he asked.
"When Dr. Stone exclaimed to the deputy marshal - 'Your prisoner
appears ill!'" declared Mrs.
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