"After O'Ryan
and Jimmie left the house for the police station I grew fearful that
Jimmie might over-tax his strength in carrying out the farce of his
arrest. So as soon as I could I telephoned to Philip to meet me at
the police court and to bring some amyl nitrite capsules with him."
"And the note, Sylvester, which you saw Miss McIntyre give me in
court," concluded Rochester, as Helen paused, "told me to hand the
capsules to the burglar and to defend him in court. I did both,
although badly puzzled by the request." Rochester hesitated. "I
carried out your wishes, Helen, without question; but when the
burglar's identity was revealed, I jumped to the conclusion that
you had used me as an instrument to kill him, for I knew something
of the effects of amyl nitrite."
"Great Heavens!" exclaimed Helen, aghast.
Rochester looked at her and bit his lip; he knew of her affection
for Jimmie and her attachment to his memory, but he could not kill
the hope that when Time had healed the loss, his devotion might
some day win her for his own.
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