Mr. Rochester wishes to know if he can
transact any business for you."

"Please thank him and say no." The girl's color rose as she caught her
father's disapproving look. The colonel waited until the butler had
disappeared before addressing her.

"Why did you send for Harry Kent?" he questioned. "You know I do not
approve of his attentions to Barbara. Rochester is well enough--"

"Speaking of Rochester"--Mrs. Brewster saw the gathering storm clouds in
the girl's expressive eyes, and broke hastily into the conversation. "I
see by the paper, Cousin Amos"--she turned so as to face Dr. Stone--
"that Mr. Rochester declared positively that Jimmie Turnbull died from
angina pectoris."

"What's Philip's opinion worth?" The young girl smiled disdainfully.
"Philip seems to think that having shared an apartment with Jimmie,
gives him intimate knowledge of Jimmie's health. Philip is not a medical
man."

"No," acknowledged her father. "But here is a medical man who was on the
spot when Jimmie died. What's your opinion, Stone?"

Stone, suddenly conscious of the keen attention of his companions, spoke
slowly as was his wont when making a serious statement.

"Rochester's contention that Jimmie died from angina pectoris would
seem borne out by what transpired," he said. "Undoubtedly Jimmie felt an
attack coming on and used the customary remedy to relieve it--"

"And what was that remedy?" questioned Mrs. Brewster swiftly.

"Amyl nitrite." Stone spoke with decision. "I could detect its presence
by the fruity, pleasant odor which always accompanies the drug's use."

"Ah!" The exclamation slipped from Mrs. Brewster. "Is the drug
administered in water?"

"No, it is inhaled--take care, you have dropped your handkerchief."
Stone pulled himself up short in his speech, and bent over but the
young girl was too quick for him, and stooped first to pick up her
handkerchief.

As she raised her head Stone caught sight of the tiny mole under the
lobe of her left ear. It was the one mark which distinguished Barbara
from her twin sister. Colonel McIntyre had addressed his daughter as
Helen, and she had not undeceived him--Why? The perplexed physician gave
up the problem.

"The drug," he went on to explain, "amyl nitrite comes in pearl capsules
and is crushed in a handkerchief and the fumes inhaled."

Mrs. Brewster leaned forward suddenly. "Would that cause death?" she
asked.

Stone shook his head in denial. "Not the customary dose of t