Kent; so help me God, I dunno!"
Kent thought rapidly. "Have you told any one of this?" he asked.
Grimes nodded. "Only one person," he admitted." I spoke to Miss
Barbara last night as she was going to bed." Grimes laid a hot
hand on Kent's and glanced fearfully around the room. "Bend nearer,
sir; I don't want none other to hear me. Just before I got that
knockout blow in the library last night, I heard the swish o' skirts
- and Miss Barbara was the only living person who knew I knew about
the poison."
Kent stared in stupefaction at the butler. He was aroused by a
cold voice from the doorway.
"We are waiting for you, Kent," and Colonel McIntyre stood aside
to let him pass from the room ahead of him, then without a backward
glance at the injured butler, he closed and locked the bedroom door.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE FATAL PERIOD
As Kent walked into the library he found Colonel McIntyre by his
side; the latter's even breathing gave no indication of the haste
he had made down the staircase to catch up with Kent.
Detective Ferguson hardly noted their arrival, his attention being
given wholly to the examination of the Venetian casket which had
played such an important part in the drama of the night before.
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