"The envelope is mine.
CHAPTER XX
THE UNKNOWN EQUATION
No, no," protested Helen vehemently. "You shall not give the
envelope to Margaret - you must not."
"It is mine," insisted the widow with equal vehemence.
"Mrs. Brewster." Kent withheld the envelope from both women. "Will
you tell me the contents of this envelope?"
"No," curtly. "It is not your affair."
"It is my affair," retorted Kent with equally shortness of manner.
"I insist on an answer to my questions in the limousine this morning.
How came your handkerchief in Jimmie's possession, and why did you
go to the police court and, yet keep your presence there a secret?"
"Jimmie must have picked up the handkerchief when in the McIntyre
house," she answered sullenly. "I presume he forgot to provide him
self with one in his make-up as burglar. As regards your second
question I admit I did go to the police court out of curiosity - I
wanted to find out what was going on. You," with a resentful glance
at Helen, "treated me as an outsider, and I was determined to find
out for myself how the burglar farce would end.
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