sed both Kent and Mrs. Brewster
to sway forward and the gold mesh bag slid to the floor, carrying with
it the widow's handkerchief and gold vanity box. Kent stooped over and
picked up the articles as well as the contents of the mesh bag, which
had opened in its descent and spilled her money and papers over the
floor of the limousine.

"Oh, thank you," exclaimed Mrs. Brewster, as he handed her the bag, box,
and bank notes. "Don't bother to look for that quarter; Harris will find
it at the garage."

Kent ignored her remark as he again searched the floor of the car; he
was glad of the pretext to avoid looking at the widow. He wanted time to
collect his thoughts for, in Picking up her belongings, her handkerchief
had caught his attention--he had seen its mate in the possession of
Detective Ferguson, and clinging to it the broken portions of the
capsules of amyl nitrite which Jimmie Turnbull had inhaled just before
his mysterious death.

Into Kent's mind flashed Mrs. Sylvester's statement that Mrs. Brewster
was in the police court at the time of the tragedy, although in her
testimony at the inquest she had sworn she had not heard of Jimmie's
death until the return of Helen and Barbara McIntyre. She had been in
the police court, and Jimmie had used her handkerchief--a mate to the
one she was then holding, the letter "B" with its peculiar twist was
unmistakable--and "B" stood for Brewster as well as for Barbara! Kent
drew in his breath sharply.

"My handkerchief, please," the widow held out her hand, and after a
moment's hesitation, Kent gave it to her.

"Pardon me," he apologized. "I was struck by the handkerchief's
appearance."

Mrs. Brewster turned it over. "In what way is the handkerchief unique?"
she asked, laughing.

"Because Jimmie Turnbull crushed amyl nitrite capsules in its mate just
before he died," explained Kent quietly. "Detective Ferguson claims that
Jimmie unintentionally broke more than one capsule in the handkerchief,
was overcome by the powerful fumes and died."

"But the inquest proved that Jimmie was killed by a dose of aconitine
poison," she reminded him, as she tucked the handkerchief up her sleeve.

Kent did not reply immediately. "A man does not usually carry a woman's
handkerchief about with him," he commented slowly. "Odd, is it not, that
Jimmie should have used a handkerchief of yours in the police court just
prior to his death, while you were sitting a few feet away?"

"I?" Mrs. Brewst