"What was that you passed to Mr.Rochester in the police court and he later gave to Mr.Turnbull?" he asked."Oh, don't deny it, Isaw you palm a note, Mr.Rochester, from the young lady.""There is nothing now to conceal," declared Helen."After O'Ryan and Jimmie left the house for the police station I grew fearful that Jimmie might over-tax his strength in carrying out the farce of his arrest.So as soon as I could I telephoned to Philip to meet me at the police court and to bring some amyl nitrite capsules with him.""And the note, Sylvester, which you saw Miss McIntyre give me in court," concluded Rochester, as Helen paused, "told me to hand the capsules to the burglar and to defend him in court.I did both, although badly puzzled by the request." Rochester hesitated."Icarried out your wishes, Helen, without question; but when the burglar's identity was revealed, I jumped to the conclusion that you had used me as an instrument to kill him, for I knew something of the effects of amyl nitrite.""Great Heavens!" exclaimed Helen, aghast.
Rochester looked at her and bit his lip; he knew of her affection for Jimmie and her attachment to his memory, but he could not kill the hope that when Time had healed the loss, his devotion might some day win her for his own.
"I did you great injustice," he admitted humbly."But I was fearfully shocked by the scene.I strove to divert suspicion by insisting that Jimmie died from angina pectoris, and then you came, Helen, and demanded an autopsy.
"I had to," Helen broke in."I could not believe that Jimmie's death was due to natural causes," her voice quivered."He had been so loyal - so faithful - I could not be less true to him, even if, as I feared, my own dear father was guilty of the crime.
Kent turned and faced Sylvester, who had made a few shuffling steps toward the door.
"You have done incalculable harm by your criminal acts," he said sternly."But for your lying and trickery Jimmie Turnbull would be alive to-day.I trust the Court will give you the maximum sentence."Sylvester eyed him insolently."I've had a run for my money, and I stood to win large sums if things had only gone right," he announced; then addressed Helen directly."What did you do with the securities?""I put the envelope back in the open safe when I was here early this afternoon," she explained.
An oath ripped from Sylvester."I mistook you for your sister,"he snarled."Had I known it was you, I'd have wrung the securities from you."Helen stared at his suddenly contorted face."Ah, you are the man who looked in at the window of the reception room yesterday morning when I was talking to Mr.Kent," she cried."I recognize you now."He continued to glare at her."I also sent you a note by your sister outside the Caf St.Marks to secrete the letter 'B'," his voice rose almost into a shout in his ungovernable rage."I heard Turnbull tell you to take the envelope to Rochester, and I banked on your bringing it here or to his apartment.D-mn you! You've thwarted me at every turn."Rochester's powerful hand was clapped across his mouth with such force that the clerk staggered against Ferguson.
"Here you, out you go." The detective shoved the struggling man toward the door leading into the corridor and Clymer sprang to his assistance; a second later Rochester closed the door on their receding figures and found Helen standing by his elbow.
"I must go," she said, turning back to look at her father and his bride.
"Wait a minute." Kent held up an envelope with its fateful red seal.
"This was delivered empty at Rochester's apartment last night - it is addressed to him.Who wrote it?""I did," exclaimed Mrs.McIntyre."I felt I must consult either you, Mr.Kent, or Mr.Rochester, so I sent the note to his apartment, but the messenger boy hurried me, and it was not until hours later that I found the note lying on the desk in the reception room and realized I had sent an empty envelope.""I see." Kent held up another envelope, the red seal broken at the corner."This is yours, Helen."Helen hesitated perceptibly before taking the envelope and tearing it open.She handed the securities to her father.
"Here is father's forged confession," she said as she took the remaining paper from the envelope.
"It is a marvelous imitation of my handwriting," declared McIntyre, looking at it carefully, then tearing it into tiny bits he flung them into the scrap-basket and pocketed the securities.
"And to think that I aided Sylvester's plot to gain the securities by engaging him as our clerk," groaned Rochester.
"It was clever of him to seek employment here," agreed Kent."But like many crooks he over-reached himself through over-confidence.
Must you go, Colonel McIntyre?"
"Yes." McIntyre walked over to Helen.
"My dear little girl," he began and his voice was husky with feeling."How can I show my appreciation of your loyalty to me?""By being kind to Harry and Barbara." Helen smiled bravely, although her lips were trembling and for a moment she could not trust herself to speak."My romance is over; Barbara's is just beginning.And, father, will you and Margaret come home with me - I am so lonely;" then turning blindly away she fairly ran out of the office.
"Go with her," said Rochester, a trifle unsteadily."It has been a terrible ordeal; God help her to forget!" His voice failed and he swept his hand across his eyes as he held open the door into the corridor and followed McIntyre and his wife outside.
Kent turned impulsively to Barbara, and his arms closed around her as she raised her eyes to meet his, for she knew that the promise they spoke would be loyally fulfilled, and that her haven of love and happiness was reached at last.
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