Good morning,"
and paying no attention to Colonel McIntyre's request to remain, he
left the room.
There was no one in the hall and Kent debated a moment whether or
not to ring for the servant and ask to see Barbara, but, at sight
of the hall table, Grimes' confidences recurred to him and drove
everything else out of his mind. Stopping before the table he
contemplated its smooth surface before moving the few ornaments it
held. Satisfied that no pillbox stood behind any of them, he
pulled open the two drawers and tumbled their contents about. His
efforts only brought to light some half-empty cigarette boxes,
matches, a scratch pad or two, and old visiting cards.
Kent shut the drawers, picked up his hat, and took his cane from
the tall china umbrella-stand by the hall table. As he stepped
through the front doorway he caught sight of the end of his cane,
which he was carrying tucked under his arm. Fastened to the ferule
of the cane was the round top of a paste-board pill box.
Kent backed so swiftly into the house again that his figure blocked
the closing of the front door, which he had started to pull shut
after him.
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