New Britain herald., 1921-07-05


 lstandlng just outside the cage and ne passed it over the iron railing to
 the burglar Then turning on his
 heel the lawyer rejoined Clymer, his
 dlscontent plainly discernible. Helen Mcintyre bowed gravely to lClymer, who rose at her approach,
 and laid persuasive hand on Ro-
 chester's sleeve
 | Will you come with us?" she
 asked Barbara and Dr. Stone are ready to leave. The doctor wishes
 to- As she spoke she looked across
 at stone, who stood opposite her in
 the little group. He failed to catch both her word and her eye. his gaze,
 passing over her shoulder, was rtvet-
 ed on the burglar.
 something is wrong,'' he an-
 nounced and pushed past Barbara.
 Let me inside the cage,'' he direct ed as the deputy marshal kept the
 gate closed at his approach. Your prisoner appears ill.''
 l one glance at the burglar proved
 the truth of the physicians state ment and the gate was hastily opened stone bent over the man, whose spasmodlc breathing could be heard distinctly through the court room Stretching his burden on the floor, Store tore open the mans shirt and } felt his heart, while Clymer, spy ing water cooler, sped across the ) room and returned immediately with
 brimming glass.
 Here's water" he said, but Stone , refused the proffered glass. No use'' he announced. eThe
 man is dead.''
 
 shal. Dropping on one knee the off, cer passed his hand over the dead
 mans unshaven chin and across his 3 forehead, brushing back the un- ken1pt hair. Under his. none too : gentle touch the wig slipped back ] revealing to his astonished gaze a
 head of short-cropped, red hair Good God!' gasped Clymer, shaken out of his accustomed calm l"Jimmie Turnbull!" 3 Dr. Stone strengthened the dead t man and removed the wig.'> l James Turnbull,' he. said grave :, | ly, and, turning, addressed Rochester
 who had dropped down on the near l est chair. Cashier of the Metropolis l Trust company, Rochester, and your }, roommate, masquerading as a bur- t glar."
 | q Rochester did not appear to hear Dr. Stones words. With eyes half . starting from their sockets he sat . l oblivious of the others presence !, Poor Turnbull always said he would r go off like that.''
 Stone moved nearer. Like that?' e he questioned, pointing to the still e figure. Explain yourself, Rochester.
 Did Turnbull expect to die here in ] this manner?"
 - "No-no-certainly not.'' Tho law s yer moistened his dry lips. But when
 a man has angina pectoris he knows n the end may come at any moment and :, in any place. Turnbull made no = secret of suffering from that disease. a "Just moment, gentlemen" said
 a man who displayed a metal badge. l T am Ferguson of the Central office.
 Do you know the deceased ?'' t He was my intimate friend" an- = nounced Rochester before his com r panions could reply to the detectives e question, which was addressed to all. t MT. Clymer, here, can tell you that e Jimmie Turnbull, cashier of his bank, e was we'll known in financial and social e Washington
 He had just been helds for the - grand jury on a charge of house. g breaking" volunteered the deputy e marshal. 'I reckon that brought on h his heart attack
 t House se-breaking." calculated the e detective. Dangerous sport for a 1t man suffering with angina pectoris, n aside from anything else. Who pre- - ferred charges?'
 VI "The Misses Mcintyre answered d the deputy marshal, to whom the
 question was addressed. "Likesto in- y terview then?" e "Yes"
 Through the outer entrance of the y room came Helen Mcintyre and her
 sister Barbara, conducted by the same is lowing patrolman who had ushered t, them into the court room. e My God! Too late!" stammered
 Rochester under his breath l, "Who is it?" Helen S. ped. 'Tell l. mel" And she held out her hand i'm
 ploringly.
 l. Her sister stepped to her side and VI ben. over Turnbull. wh~n she looked n up her lips alone retained their color is Hush" she implored, giving he, y sister a slight shake. Hush! It is d Jimmie Turnbu1l. Can you not see s for yourself, dear?" 1t It seemed doubtful if Helen heard
 her, with attention wholly centered o on the dead man she swayed on hel l. feet, and Dr. Stone, thinking she was -s about to fall. placed d supporting arm d about her.
 n Barbara Mcintyre released hel d grasp of her sisters arm and col. Il lapseo on a chair.
 y Jimmie won his wager,' she an ' n bef~re the concentrated regard of the ss men facing her. "He broke into oul r. house-but, oh, how can I pay my
 'bt to him now that he is dead!" d CHAPTER IT. g. The Room with the Seven Doors. d Mrs. Brewster regarded her sur k- roundings with inward satisfaction
 It would have taken a far more cap Tt tious critic than the pretty widow tc