"Mrs. Brewster," he began after a pause. "Who gave Jimmie your
aconitine pills which Grimes left on the hall table?"
"The murderer."
"Yes, of course." Kent was watching her closely and he detected the
tiny beads of perspiration which were gathering on her upper lip.
"And who, in your opinion, was the murderer?"
Mrs. Brewster's expression changed - she looked hunted, and her
eyes fell before Kent's; abruptly she turned her back on him, to
find Colonel McIntyre at her elbow and Barbara just entering the
room. Her eyes traveled past the girl until they rested on Philip
Rochester and Detective Ferguson hovering behind him. Her face
altered.
"I saw Philip Rochester," pointing dramatically toward him, "crawl
out of the reception room window and dart into the street just as
O'Ryan came in the front door with Helen."
Detective Ferguson could not restrain a joyful exclamation. "So
that was it!" he cried. "You were at the McIntyre house, and gave
the poison to Turnbull there - and not in the court room - four
hours before he died.
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