The Red Seal [31]
Turnbull?"
"No." Barbara's eyes did not falter before his direct gaze. "I supposed that Mr. Turnbull meant to try and enter the house in his own proper person; it never dawned on me that he would resort to disguise. Besides," as the coroner started to make a remark, "we have had numerous robberies in our neighborhood, and the apartment house two blocks from us has had a regular epidemic of sneak thieves."
The coroner waited until Dr. Mayo, who had been writing with feverish haste, had picked up a fresh sheet of paper before resuming his examination.
"You accompanied your sister to the police court," he said. "Did you see the burglar there?"
"Yes."
"Did you realize his identity in the court room?"
"No. I only awoke to - to the situation when I saw him lying dead with his wig removed. The shock was frightful"- she closed her eyes for a second, for the room and the rows of faces confronting her were mixed in a maddening maze and she raised her hand to her swimming head. When she looked up she found Coroner Penfield by her side.
"That is all," he said kindly. "Please remain in the witness room, I may call you again," and he helped her down the step with careful attention.
Back in his corner Kent watched her departure. He was white to the lips.
"Heat too much for you?" asked a kindly-faced stranger, and Kent gave a mumbled "No," as he strove to pull himself together.
What deviltry was afoot? How dared the twins take such risks - to bear false witness was a grave criminal offense. He, alone, among all the spectators, had realized that in testifying before the inquest, the twins had swapped identities.
CHAPTER IX
"B-B-B"
The return of the morgue master to the platform caused Coroner Penfield to break off his whispered conversation with Dr. Mayo.
"Colonel McIntyre just telephoned that his car had a blow-out on the way here," explained the morgue master. "He will arrive shortly."
Penfield consulted a list of names. "Call Grimes, the McIntyre butler," he said. "We will hear him while waiting for the Colonel."
Grimes, small and thin, with the stolid countenance of the well-trained servant, was exceedingly short in his replies to the coroner's questions. Yes, he had lived with the McIntyre during their residence in Washington, something like five years, he couldn't quite remember the exact dates. No, there was never any quarreling, upstairs or down; it was a well-ordered household until this.
"Exactly," remarked the coroner dryly. "What about Monday night? Tell us, Grimes, what occurred in that house between midnight Monday and five o'clock Tuesday morning."
"Haven't much to tell," was the grumpy response. "I went upstairs about half-past eleven and got down the next morning at the usual hour, seven o'clock."
"And you heard no disturbing sounds in the night?"
"No; sir. We wouldn't be likely to; the servants' rooms are all at the top of the house and the staircase leading to them has a brick wall on either side, like stairs leading to an ordinary attic, and there's a door at the bottom which shuts off all sound from below." It was the longest sentence the butler had indulged in and he paused for breath.
"Who closes the house at night. Grimes?"
"I do, sir.
"Why did you leave the window in the reception room open?"
"I didn't, sir," was the prompt denial. "I had just locked it when Mrs. Brewster came in, along with Colonel McIntyre and Mr. Clymer, and they sat down to talk. When I left the room the window was locked fast, and so was every door and window in the place," he declared aggressively. " I'll take my dying oath to it, sir." Penfield looked at Grimes; that he was telling the truth was unmistakable.
"Who sits up to let in the young ladies when they go to balls?" he asked.
"Generally no one, sir, because Colonel McIntyre accompanies them or calls for them, and he has his latch-key. Lately," added Grimes as an after-thought, "Miss Helen has been using a duplicate latch-key."
"Has Miss Barbara McIntyre a latch-key, also?" asked
"No." Barbara's eyes did not falter before his direct gaze. "I supposed that Mr. Turnbull meant to try and enter the house in his own proper person; it never dawned on me that he would resort to disguise. Besides," as the coroner started to make a remark, "we have had numerous robberies in our neighborhood, and the apartment house two blocks from us has had a regular epidemic of sneak thieves."
The coroner waited until Dr. Mayo, who had been writing with feverish haste, had picked up a fresh sheet of paper before resuming his examination.
"You accompanied your sister to the police court," he said. "Did you see the burglar there?"
"Yes."
"Did you realize his identity in the court room?"
"No. I only awoke to - to the situation when I saw him lying dead with his wig removed. The shock was frightful"- she closed her eyes for a second, for the room and the rows of faces confronting her were mixed in a maddening maze and she raised her hand to her swimming head. When she looked up she found Coroner Penfield by her side.
"That is all," he said kindly. "Please remain in the witness room, I may call you again," and he helped her down the step with careful attention.
Back in his corner Kent watched her departure. He was white to the lips.
"Heat too much for you?" asked a kindly-faced stranger, and Kent gave a mumbled "No," as he strove to pull himself together.
What deviltry was afoot? How dared the twins take such risks - to bear false witness was a grave criminal offense. He, alone, among all the spectators, had realized that in testifying before the inquest, the twins had swapped identities.
CHAPTER IX
"B-B-B"
The return of the morgue master to the platform caused Coroner Penfield to break off his whispered conversation with Dr. Mayo.
"Colonel McIntyre just telephoned that his car had a blow-out on the way here," explained the morgue master. "He will arrive shortly."
Penfield consulted a list of names. "Call Grimes, the McIntyre butler," he said. "We will hear him while waiting for the Colonel."
Grimes, small and thin, with the stolid countenance of the well-trained servant, was exceedingly short in his replies to the coroner's questions. Yes, he had lived with the McIntyre during their residence in Washington, something like five years, he couldn't quite remember the exact dates. No, there was never any quarreling, upstairs or down; it was a well-ordered household until this.
"Exactly," remarked the coroner dryly. "What about Monday night? Tell us, Grimes, what occurred in that house between midnight Monday and five o'clock Tuesday morning."
"Haven't much to tell," was the grumpy response. "I went upstairs about half-past eleven and got down the next morning at the usual hour, seven o'clock."
"And you heard no disturbing sounds in the night?"
"No; sir. We wouldn't be likely to; the servants' rooms are all at the top of the house and the staircase leading to them has a brick wall on either side, like stairs leading to an ordinary attic, and there's a door at the bottom which shuts off all sound from below." It was the longest sentence the butler had indulged in and he paused for breath.
"Who closes the house at night. Grimes?"
"I do, sir.
"Why did you leave the window in the reception room open?"
"I didn't, sir," was the prompt denial. "I had just locked it when Mrs. Brewster came in, along with Colonel McIntyre and Mr. Clymer, and they sat down to talk. When I left the room the window was locked fast, and so was every door and window in the place," he declared aggressively. " I'll take my dying oath to it, sir." Penfield looked at Grimes; that he was telling the truth was unmistakable.
"Who sits up to let in the young ladies when they go to balls?" he asked.
"Generally no one, sir, because Colonel McIntyre accompanies them or calls for them, and he has his latch-key. Lately," added Grimes as an after-thought, "Miss Helen has been using a duplicate latch-key."
"Has Miss Barbara McIntyre a latch-key, also?" asked