"I did you great injustice," he admitted humbly. "But I was
fearfully shocked by the scene. I strove to divert suspicion by
insisting that Jimmie died from angina pectoris, and then you came,
Helen, and demanded an autopsy.
"I had to," Helen broke in. "I could not believe that Jimmie's
death was due to natural causes," her voice quivered. "He had been
so loyal - so faithful - I could not be less true to him, even if,
as I feared, my own dear father was guilty of the crime.
Kent turned and faced Sylvester, who had made a few shuffling steps
toward the door.
"You have done incalculable harm by your criminal acts," he said
sternly. "But for your lying and trickery Jimmie Turnbull would be
alive to-day. I trust the Court will give you the maximum sentence."
Sylvester eyed him insolently. "I've had a run for my money, and
I stood to win large sums if things had only gone right," he
announced; then addressed Helen directly. "What did you do with
the securities?"
"I put the envelope back in the open safe when I was here early
this afternoon," she explained.
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