"
"Quite so, but the book she wished was lying on the top of this
casket," replied McIntyre, meeting their level looks with one
equally steadfast. "I know because I left the book there."
Ferguson glanced from McIntyre to Kent and back again at the Colonel
in non-plussed silence. The explanation was pat.
"I'd like to talk with Mrs. Brewster," he remarked dryly.
"Certainly." McIntyre pressed an electric button. The summons was
answered immediately by the new servant, Murray. "Ask Mrs. Brewster
if she can see Detective Ferguson in the library, Murray," McIntyre
directed.
"Beg pardon, sir, but Mrs. Brewster has just gone out," and with
a bow Murray withdrew.
Kent, who had drawn forward a chair preparatory to sitting down
and participating in the interview with the widow, changed his mind.
"I must leave at once," he said, after consulting his watch.
"Please inform Mrs. Brewster, Colonel, that I will be in my office
this afternoon, and I expect her to make me the visit she postponed
this morning. Ferguson," turning back to address the detective,
"you'll find me at the Saratoga for the next hour.
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