The Red Seal [34]
Penfield paused a moment. "Did you return immediately to your house from the Saratoga apartment?"
"I did" promptly. "My chauffeur, Harris, wasn't well, and I wanted him to get home."
Penfield thought a moment before putting the next question.
"How did Miss Barbara return from the Grosvenor dance?" he asked.
"She was brought home by friends, Colonel and Mrs. Chase." McIntyre in turning about in his chair knocked down his walking stick from its resting place against its side, and the unexpected clatter made several women, nervously inclined, jump in their seats. Observing them, McIntyre smiled and was still smiling amusedly when Penfield addressed him.
"Did you observe many lights burning in your house when you returned?" asked Penfield.
"No, only those which are usually left lit at night."
"Was your daughter Helen awake?"
"I do not know. Her room was in darkness when I walked past her door on my way to bed."
Penfield removed his eye-glasses and polished them on his silk handkerchief. "I have no further questions to ask. Colonel, you are excused."
McIntyre bowed gravely to him and as he left the platform came face to face with his family physician, Dr. Stone.
Penfield, who was an old acquaintance of the physician's, signed to him to come on the platform. After the preliminaries had been gone through, he shifted his chair around, the better to face Stone.
"Did you accompany the Misses McIntyre to the police court on Tuesday morning?" he asked.
"I did," responded the physician, "at Miss Barbara's request. She said her sister was not very well and they disliked going alone to the police court."
"Did she state why she did not ask her father to go with them?"
"Only that he had not fully recovered from an attack of tonsilitis, which I knew to be a fact, and they did not want him to over-tax his strength."
There was a moment's pause as the coroner, his attention diverted by a whispered word or two from the morgue master, referred to his notes before resuming his examination.
"Did you know James Turnbull?" he asked a second later.
"Yes, slightly."
"Did you recognize him in his burglar's disguise?"
"I did not"
"Had you any suspicion that the burglar was other than he seemed?"
"No."
Penfield picked up a memorandum handed him by Dr. Mayo and referred to it. "I understand, doctor, that you were the first to go to the burglar's aid when he became ill," he said. "Is that true?"
"Yes," Stone spoke with more animation. "Happening to glance inside the cage where the prisoner sat, I saw he was struggling convulsively for breath. With Mr. Clymer's assistance I carried him into an ante-room off the court, but before I had crossed its threshold Turnbull expired in my arms."
"Was he conscious before he died?"
At the question Kent bent eagerly forward. What would be the reply?
"I am not prepared to answer that with certainty," replied Dr. Stone cautiously. "As I picked him up I heard him stammer faintly: 'B-b-b.'"
Kent started so violently that the man next to him turned and regarded him for a moment, then, more interested in what was transpiring on the platform, promptly forgot his agitated neighbor.
"Was Turnbull delirious, doctor?" asked the coroner.
Stone shook his head in denial. "No," he stated. "I take it that he started to say 'Barbara,' and his breath failed him; at any rate I only caught the stuttered 'B-b-b.'"
Penfield did not immediately continue his examination, but when he did so his manner was stern.
"Doctor, what in your opinion caused Mr. Turnbull's death?"
"Judging superficially - I made no thorough examination," Stone explained parenthetically, "I should say that Mr. Rochester was right when he stated that Turnbull died from an acute attack of angina pectoris."
"How did Mr. Rochester come to make that assertion and where?"
"Immediately after Turnbull's death," replied Stone. "Mr. Rochester, who shared his apartment, defended him in court. Mr. Rochester was aware that Turnbull suffered from the disease,