"
"So it was you and not Mr. Rochester whom I saw steal out of the
window," exclaimed Mrs. Brewster.
"It's not the first time I've been mistaken for him," exclaimed
Sylvester calmly.
Kent started and, gazing at Rochester and the clerk, saw there
was a general resemblance in coloring and physique.
"Did you present the checks to McDonald at the Metropolis Trust
Company bearing Rochester's and my forged signatures?" he asked.
"I did," acknowledged Sylvester. "Mr. Rochester's wardrobe came
in very handy for deceiving the casual glance. You know, 'clothes
make the man, and want of it the fellow.'"
Kent looked up quickly, struck by an idea.
"Sylvester, did you steal the envelope containing the securities
from me at the Club de Vingt?" he asked.
Sylvester shook his head. "No, but she did," pointing to Mrs.
Brewster. "It's no lie," as McIntyre uttered an indignant denial.
"When Ferguson left here carrying off the securities from under my
nose almost - I had spent the whole day trying to learn the safe's
combination; I trailed him to the Club de Vingt, and heard the
head waiter tell him you, Mr.
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