The handkerchief with its embroidered letter "B,"
used by Jimmie to inhale the fumes from his amyl nitrite capsules,
was finally traced to its rightful owner - Mrs. Brewster.
And Mrs. Brewster was due in his office within a very short time.
Kent's square jaw became more pronounced; she should not leave
until she had either confessed her connection with Turnbull's death,
or established her innocence. Surely it would be easy for Mrs.
Brewster to do so, but - aconitine had been prescribed for her; she
was familiar with the poison, she had it at hand, she went to the
police court, and kept her trip a secret, and she had laughed when
Jimmie was carried dying from the court room. But what motive could
have inspired her to murder Jimmie? Was he an old lover - Kent,
unable to keep quiet any longer, rose and paced up and down the
office, stopping a moment to glance out of the window. As he
passed the safe he saw the door was ajar. Kent paused abruptly.
Who had opened the safe?
Crossing to the outer office he looked around; no one was there.
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