"Which is that?"
"Grimes means the library." McIntyre's tone was short. "I have no
idea, Grimes, what your allegations mean. Be more explicit."
The butler eyed him in no friendly fashion. "Wasn't Mr. Turnbull
arrested in that very room?" he demanded. "And what was he looking
for?"
"Mr. Turnbull's presence has been explained," replied McIntyre.
"He came here disguised as a burglar on a wager with my daughter,
Miss Barbara."
"Ah, did he now?" Grimes' rising inflection indicated nervous
tension. "Did a man with a bad heart come here in the dead of night
for nothing but that foolishness?" Grimes glared at his three
visitors. "You bet he didn't."
Ferguson, who had followed the dialogue between McIntyre and his
servant with deep attention, addressed the excited man.
"Why did Mr. Turnbull enter Colonel McIntyre's library on Monday
night disguised as a burglar?" he asked.
Grimes, by a twist of his head, managed to regard the detective out
of the corner of his eye.
"Aye, why did he?" he repeated. "That's what I went to the library
last night to find out.
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