The casket and its companion piece stood on either side of the room
near a window recess. The long straight shape of the high boxes on
their graceful base gave no indication of the use to which they had
been put in ancient days, but made attractive as well as unique
pieces of furniture.
Kent crossed the library and, after looking inside the casket,
examined the exterior with care.
"Don't touch that crest," cautioned Ferguson, observing that Kent's
glance remained focused on the blood-stained, raised letter "B"
and the carving back of it. "In fact, don't touch any part of the
casket, I'm trying to get finger prints."
Kent barely heard the warning as he turned to McIntyre.
"Haven't I seen that letter 'B' design on your stationery, Colonel?"
he asked.
"Barbara uses it," was the reply. "She fancied the antique
lettering, and copied the 'B' for the engraver; she is handy with
her pen, you know."
"Did she wish the 'B' for a seal?" inquired Kent.
"Yes, she had a seal made like it also." McIntyre moved closer to
the casket.
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