Did you
meet, recognize, and talk to Jimmie Turnbull in your house sometime
between Monday midnight and his arrest on Tuesday morning?"
She colored hotly, then paled. "My testimony at the inquest,"
- she commenced, but he gave her no opportunity to add more.
"Your testimony there does not cover the question," he explained.
"You stated then that you had not recognized Jimmie in the court
room. Had you already penetrated his disguise at your house?"
"And if I had?"
"Did you?" Kent was doggedly persistent, and Helen's fingers closed
around her handbag with convulsive force. Why had she not sent
Barbara to see Kent in her place?
"Did I what?" she parried.
"Did you recognize and talk with Jimmie Turnbull in your house?"
"I talked with him, yes," she admitted, and her voice dropped almost
to a whisper.
"As Jimmie Turnbull or Smith the burglar?"
"As Jimmie" - she confessed, after a slight pause.
"Then why did you go through the farce of having Jimmie arrested as
a burglar?" Kent demanded.
"So that Barbara might win her wager," promptly.
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