In fact,"
added McIntyre, "the door at the end is not at first discernible,
and is hard to open, unless one has the knack of doing so."
"Hum! It looks as if whoever put Grimes inside the casket was
familiar with it," remarked Ferguson dryly, and McIntyre bit his
lip. "Guess I'll go and take a look at the casket. I'll come back,
Grimes."
Kent rose with the others and started to follow them to the door,
but Grimes beckoned him to approach the bed. The butler waited
until he heard McIntyre's heavy tread and the lighter footfall of
the detective recede down the hall before speaking.
"I was only going to say, sir," he whispered as Kent, at a sign
from him, stooped over the bed, "I got a box of aconitine pills
for Mrs. Brewster on Sunday - the stuff that poisoned Mr. Turnbull,"
he paused to explain.
"Yes, go on," urged Kent, catching the man's excitement. "You
gave it to Mrs. Brewster -"
"No, sir; I didn't; I left the box on the hall table," Grimes
cleared his throat nervously. "I dunno who picked up that box
o' poison, Mr.
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