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Coloring warmly, the widow slipped her small hand inside his, and with a friendly bow to McDonald, she walked through the bank, keeping up with Clymer's long strides as best she could. As they crossed the sidewalk to the waiting limousine they ran almost into the arms of Harry Kent, whose rapid gait did not suit the congested condition of the "Wall Street" of Washington.
Can you tell me who was the last person to leave the porch when Colonel de Geofroy made his farewell speech to-night at the club?" "I was," came Clymer's surprised answer. "I waited for McIntyre to pick up Mrs. Brewster's fan." "Did he take my letter off the table also?" called Kent. "Why, no." Clymer's voice testified to his increased surprise. "Mrs.
The arrival of the head waiter at their table interrupted Clymer's reply. "This gentleman desires to speak to you a moment, Miss McIntyre," he said, and indicated a young man in a sack suit standing just back of him. "I'm Parker of the Post," the reporter introduced himself with a bow which included Clymer. "May I sit down?" laying his hand on the back of Mrs. Brewster's vacant chair.
At his earnest solicitation and backed by Benjamin Clymer's endorsement of his plan, Colonel McIntyre had agreed to give him until Saturday night to locate the missing securities; if he failed, then the colonel proposed placing the affair in the hands of the authorities.
"But I was in too great a hurry and forged Mr. Clymer's signature to a check for five thousand dollars and presented it at the Metropolis Trust Company. As luck would have it Mr. Turnbull cashed it for me himself." "But didn't he suspect you?" exclaimed Clymer.
"These young ladies will remain after school is dismissed," she said, in her authoritative voice: "Bessy Bell Rose Clymer Gail Matthews Helen Tremaine Ruth Winthrop.... Also any other girls who are honest enough to admit knowledge of the notes found in Rose Clymer's desk." The hush that fell over the schoolroom was broken by the gong in the main hall, sounding throughout the building.
"Not that I can discover," responded Taylor. "I have been to every national and private banking house in Washington, but all deny having him as a depositor. Did Rochester ever bank out of town, Kent?" "Not to my knowledge." Kent drew out a bank book. "Here is the firm's balance, Mr. Clymer; we bank here, you know." "Yes." Clymer's look of anxiety deepened. "Did you see McDonald as you came in?"
"Suicide?" Clymer's raised eyebrows indicated his surprise. "Yes," shortly. "Aconitine would have killed just as surely if swallowed with suicidal intent as if administered with murderous design." A pause followed which neither man seemed anxious to break, then Kent turned to the banker, and the latter noticed the haggard lines in his face. "Listen to me, Mr. Clymer," he began.
Brewster, waiting in his well-appointed office, restrained her ill-temper only by an exertion of will-power. She detested being kept waiting, and that morning she had many errands to attend to before the luncheon hour. "May I use your telephone?" she asked Mr. Clymer's secretary, and the young man rose with alacrity from his desk. Mrs.
Clymer's name on the check, and begging Jimmie to conceal your crime and save Barbara and me from the shame of having you exposed as a forger and a thief." "I never wrote such a letter!" shouted McIntyre, deeply incensed. "No, it was a clever plan," acknowledged Sylvester. "On one of my trips to your house, Colonel McIntyre, I secured wax impressions of your front door lock.
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