"This note was handed to me by Grimes,"
she explained. "It reads: 'Helen, please cash this check and give
money to Mrs. Brewster's dressmaker. Father.' I followed the
instructions."
"And gave the money to my sister," Sylvester chuckled at their
surprise. "My sister was taught in a French convent, and she is
an excellent seamstress, when she isn't drunk, as Mrs. McIntyre
knows."
"See here, Sylvester," Clymer broke his long silence. "You were in
the police court on a charge of assault and battery brought by your
wife on Tuesday morning, and you were in the prisoner's cage at the
moment Turnbull died. How then was it possible for you to be at the
McIntyre's at midnight on Monday?"
"I was out on bail and appeared in the courtroom just in time for my
trial," Sylvester explained. "I did not have to sit in the cage, but
recognizing Turnbull I went there to be with him."
Kent placed the forged check bearing Margaret Brewster's signature
on the desk. "I take it this check is your work, Sylvester," he
said. "You reaped the benefit by having the money paid to your
sister.
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