The Red Seal
ing, and the coroner decided that, while some had come from a personal interest in the dead man, the majority had been attracted by morbid curiosity. There was a stir amo
wed the body?
," and the m
yan to the witness stand. The policeman stood, cap in hand, while being sworn by the morgu
me, residence in Washington, and length of service in the cit
bout five o'clock?" asked Penfield, fir
plained O'Ryan. "My
take in the McIn
oes,
n the vicinity of the residence prio
he lady called to me that I
te what was
nd to come and get him, and I did so," and O'Ryan expanded his c
urglar res
ry peaceably and not
hat the burglar was
glar looked the part he was masquerading, and his make-up was perfect," ended O'Ryan
inward foreboding as to its result. On what developed there, he was convinced, hung Jimmie Turnbull's good name. After his interview with Detective Ferguson that morning, he had wired Philip Roche
he McIntyre house?" th
pt the burglar an
ny doors or win
never look
y n
oked anxiously at the coroner. Would he make him out derelict in his duty? It would seriously affect his s
iss McInty
n her blue wrapper and her hair down h
t fully dre
, s
?" asked Penfield. It was one of the questions which Kent had expe
strate his meaning. "She kept begging me to hurry and get the burglar out of the house, and after telling h
in the house?" qu
dly made any light at all," explained O'Ryan; he was particular as to details. "I used handcuffs on the
ou on the way to
et, only answered the questions the desk sergea
. He was followed by the police sergeant who had been on desk duty at the Eighth Precinct on Tuesday morning. His testimony simply corrob
ce water; the weather had turned unseasonably hot, and the room in which inque
e door leading to the room where sat the witnesses. There was instant craning of necks to ca
ich had been so marked at their interview that morning. She was dressed with fastidious taste, and as she mounted the platform after
nnounced clearly. "Daughter
John Smith, in your house on Tuesday morning, Miss McIntyre," directed th
of the window recesses and watch for her arrival. As I entered the library I saw a figure steal across the room and disappear inside a closet. I was very frighte
ng under a lamp-post. It took but a minute to call him. The policeman o
ion. At its end he threw down his pencil and spoke briefly to the deputy coroner, wh
und before enter
about the hous
. "I lay down on my bed soon after dinner, not feeling v
our did yo
'clock, or a
before you discovered the sup
ation was faint. "Abou
nusual sounds in th
ant and Kent's heart sank; if he had only thou
you during
afraid I would drop off to sl
lted his notes before
se beside you and your
plied. "Grimes, the butler; Martha, our maid; Jane, the chambermaid; Hope, our cook; and Thomas,
yourself on Monday night
rvants were in also, except Thomas, who had as
question in an impressive manner. "On discoveri
ow, saw the policeman, and called him in." She shot a keen look at the coroner, and added softly, "Th
Miss McIntyre, why did the prisoner so obligingly walk
e explained. "There are seven doors opening from our library; the prisoner may
glar," agreed Penfield. "But was not Mr. Turnbull acqua
with dignity. "As to his power of observation and his bump
slowly. "Were you aware of the
" she responded. "He said or did nothing after his ar
hot a look at the deputy coroner b
imately, and yet you did n
ardly she longed for the glass of ice water which she saw standing on the reporters' ta
moment before continuing his questions
m you examined the windows of your house," he said
the little reception r
or is the
round
ttance through the window without attracting atte
es
ut to you. Why did Mr. Turnbull come to your house-a house where he wa
the spectators bent for
a," she explained. "She bet him that he could no
her answer before
ll you who he was when you
ion, for I do not know his reason. If he had only confide
ield shot the
citement of his trip to the police station and the scene
ed her for a mo
the platform." Turning back to his table and the papers thereon he failed to see the twins pass each other in the aisle. The
yre, I desire your sister
attention, and he leaned eagerly forward, his eyes following each mov
ce court on Tuesday morning for a second only, and then his attention had been entirely centered on Helen.
his throat and commenced his examinat
by Mr. and Mrs.
our did yo
f past five or a fe
let y
sist
see the
sister told me of her adventure a
s, and ran his eyes down it. "Your sister has testified that James Turnbull went to you
ing detected by our new police dogs," exclaimed Barbara slowly. She had stopped twi
scover his prese
he household," she said. "I cannot answer tha
re the d
rage in th
ight?" he
ted, "or sleep in the boudoir, which i
in the house on
hem on my return
n, Miss McIntyre," the coroner point
r, Grimes, say that he found the dogs in the cellar. Mr. Turnbull's shoc
over the dogs which brought about the wh
d at his tone,
Father sent them out to our country place Tuesday a
what
-'they are
. Turnbull broke into the house"-Coroner Penfield
d it with the same convulsive strength that she clung to the
llar they could not possibly hear Mr. Turnbull moving about the house; if they were roaming ab
amiliar with his
em for an hour, and later in the afterno
r told you of finding the burglar and his arrest, did you not, in
n proper person; it never dawned on me that he would resort to disguise. Besides," as the coroner started to make a remark, "we have
writing with feverish haste, had picked up a fre
o the police court," he said.
es
his identity in
-she closed her eyes for a second, for the room and the rows of faces confronting her were mixed in a maddenin
the witness room, I may call you again," and he
watched her departure. H
aced stranger, and Kent gave a mumbled "N
ness was a grave criminal offense. He, alone, among all the spectators, had re