Suddenly realizing that
his glance had become a fixed stare, he hastily averted his eyes
from her face, catching sight, as he did so, of the gold mesh bag
lying in her lap. The glint of sunlight brought into prominence
the handsomely engraved letter "B" on its surface. An unexpected
swerve of the limousine, as the chauffeur turned short to avoid a
speeding army truck, caused both Kent and Mrs. Brewster to sway
forward and the gold mesh bag slid to the floor, carrying with it
the widow's handkerchief and gold vanity box. Kent stooped over
and picked up the articles as well as the contents of the mesh bag,
which had opened in its descent and spilled her money and papers
over the floor of the limousine.
"Oh, thank you," exclaimed Mrs. Brewster, as he handed her the bag,
box, and bank notes. "Don't bother to look for that quarter; Harris
will find it at the garage."
Kent ignored her remark as he again searched the floor of the car;
he was glad of the pretext to avoid looking at the widow. He wanted
time to collect his thoughts for, in Picking up her belongings, her
handkerchief had caught his attention - he had seen its mate in the
possession of Detective Ferguson, and clinging to it the broken
portions of the capsules of amyl nitrite which Jimmie Turnbull had
inhaled just before his mysterious death.
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