June 10, 2025 • 14 mins
Dive into a world where nothing is as it seems, as the thrilling mystery of Red Seal, penned by Natalie Sumner Lincoln, unfolds. Overflowing with red seals and red herrings, this enthralling narrative will keep you on the edge of your seat, guessing and second-guessing until the very last chapter! (summary by J. M. Smallheer)
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Chapter nineteen of The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Red
Seal Again, Harry Kent inserted his key in his office
door with more vigor than good judgment, and spent some
seconds in readjusting it in the lock. Once inside the office,
(00:20):
he put up the latch and closed the door. A
glance around the empty office showed him that Sylvester had
obeyed his telephone instructions and gone out to luncheon. Kent
noted with satisfaction as he put his hat and cane
in the coat closet that he had over two hours
before Missus Brewster's expected arrival, ample time in which to
consider in quietude the events of the past few days,
(00:42):
and planned for his interview with the pretty widow. He
had spent the time between Rochester's sudden reappearance and a
hastily swallowed lunch at a downtown cafe in arranging bail
for Rochester. Ferguson had proved obdurate and had persisted in
taking the lawyer to police headquarters. Doctor Stone had accompanied
the trio and his testimony supported by two chemists. Regarding
(01:05):
the time required for acnotine poison to act had gone
far to weaken the detective's case against Rochester. Rochester, to
Kent's unbounded astonishment, had appeared indifferent to the whole proceedings
and to his partner's urgent inquiries as to where he
had spent the past four days and why he had disappeared.
He had returned one invariable answer, I'll explain in good time, Harry.
(01:28):
And it was not until they were leaving police headquarters
that his apathy vanished. When are you to see missus Brewster,
he asked. She will be at our office at four o'clock,
say Phil. But Rochester, shaking off his detaining hand, darted
across the street and sprang into a passing taxi bearing
the sign for hire, and that was the last Kent
(01:49):
had seen of his elusive partner. Kent dropped into his
chair and glanced askance at the mail piled neat array
on his desk. He was not in a frame of
mind to handle routine office business. Other clients would have
to wait until later in the day. A memorandum pad
bearing a message in Sylvester's precise penmanship, attracted his wandering
(02:09):
attention and he picked it up. Mister Kent, he read
Colonel McIntyre call just after I talked with you on
the phone. He waited in your office for half an hour,
then left, stating that he would come back. Miss Barber.
McIntyre called immediately afterwards, but would not wait more than
five minutes. Mister Climber came as she was going out
(02:29):
and left a note on your desk. I will return soon.
Sylvester Kent laid down the pad and picked up a
twisted three quartered note bearing his name and pencil. Unfolding it,
he scanned the hurriedly written lines. Dear Kent, McIntyre telephoned,
there were new developments in the Turnbull affair. We'll be
back later, yours b A. Climber. Kent judge from the
(02:52):
use of his initials that Climber was stirred out of
his ordinary calm. Nothing else explained his failure to sign
his full name, and he wondered what confident dances MacIntyre
had made to the bank president. Tossing down the note,
Kent lighted his pipe, tilted back in his swivel chair,
and reviewed the facts which implicated Rochester in Jimmy Turnbull's murder.
(03:12):
Rochester's quarrels with Jimmy, his persistent assertion that his friend
had died from angina pectoris, his unexplained disappearance on Tuesday night,
the fake telegram from Cleveland stating he was there, the
withdrawal of his bank deposits, the forged checks, his mysterious
visits to his own apartment, when considered together, presented a
chain of circumstantial evidence connecting him with the crime. But
(03:35):
in light of doctor Stone's testimony, the poison could not
have been administered in the glass of water Rochester had
given Jimmy in the police court. Four hours at least
had to elapse before the fatal dose of aconitine could
take effect. Four hours Kent told him off on his fingers.
It placed the crime in the MacIntyre house, which one
of its inmates administered the poison to Jimmy, and how
(03:58):
had it been done, what motive had prompted the cashier's murder.
It was preposterous to think that either of the twins
was guilty of the crime. Helen's devotion to Jimmy, her
insistence upon an autopsy being held, indicated her innocence. She
had stated at the inquest that she had not known
the burglar's identity. Kent paused as the thought occurred to
(04:21):
him the twins had swapped identities on the witness stand,
and therefore Helen had not been called upon to answer
that question. To the best of his recollection, she had
only been asked if she had recognized Jimmy in the
court room and not at her home. But Helen it
was who had summoned Officer Orion on discovering the burglar
and had him arrested. She surely would never have done
(04:44):
so had she guessed his identity. As for barbar MacIntyre,
Kent's heart beat faster at the thought of the girl
he loved so well. Circumstantial evidence had seemed for a
time to involve her in the crime. Grimes's outrageous insinuation
that he had been assault that on account of confiding
to her that the box of aconotine pills had been
left on the hall table where any one could get them,
(05:07):
was the outcome of his battered condition. When physical strength returned,
the butler would forget his hallucinations. The handkerchief with its
embroidered letter b used by Jimmy to inhale the fumes
from his amyl nitrite capsules was finally traced to its
rightful owner, Missus Brewster, and Missus Brewster was due in
his office. Within a very short time, Kent's square jaw
(05:30):
became more pronounced. She should not leave until she had
either confessed her connection with Turnbull's death or established her innocence.
Surely it would be easy for Missus Brewster to do so,
but a connotine had been prescribed for her. She was
familiar with the poison, She had it at hand. She
went to the police court and kept her trip a secret,
(05:51):
and she had laughed when Jimmy was carried dying from
the court room. But what motive could have inspired her
to murder Jimmy was an old lover. Kent, unable to
keep quiet any longer, rose and paced up and down
the office, stopping a moment to glance out of the window.
As he passed the safe. He saw the door was ajar.
(06:12):
Kent paused abruptly, who had opened the safe? Crossing to
the outer office, he looked around, No one was there.
It flashed into Kent's mind that he had seen Rochester's
light top coat and walking stick in the coat closet
as he hung up his hat on his arrival, and
he again opened the closet door. The coat and stick
were still there, so Rochester had come to the office
(06:36):
immediately after leaving him and carelessly left the safe open.
Kent smiled in spite of his vexation. The act was
typical of his eccentric partner. Going back to his own office,
Kent opened the safe and glanced inside. The pigeon holes
and compartments appeared untouched except the door of one of
the small compartments on rochester side. An envelope was wedged
(06:58):
in such a manner that the small door would not shut,
and that had prevented the closing of the outer safe door. Kent,
preparatory to shutting the safe, drew out the envelope, intending
to place it in another pigeon hole where there was
more room. As he turned the envelope over, he was
thunderstruck to recognize it as the one which Helen MacIntyre
(07:18):
had placed in the safe on Wednesday morning. He had
last seen the envelope lying on the table in the
smoking porch of the Club de Vent from whence it
had mysteriously disappeared, and now it was back again in
Rochester's safe. Had it ever been missing from the safe?
The question forced itself on Kent as he returned to
his chair, envelope in hand, and sat down before his desk.
(07:41):
He had accepted Detective Ferguson's statement that he had removed
the envelope from the safe and therefore had never looked
in the compartment where Helen had put it to verify
its disappearance. Ferguson had removed it, Kent concluded as he
examined the envelope with more care. It was the identical one, unaddressed,
with the same red seal holding down the flap. The
(08:02):
same red seal, but with a difference. A corner was missing.
Kent stared at the seal for a moment in doubt.
Then his fingers sought his vest pocket and fumbled about
for a minute. Taking out Missus Brewster's check, he laid
it on the desk alongside the envelope, unfolded it and
picked out a piece of red sealing wax which had
(08:23):
slid inside the check. Kent placed the red wax on
the broken section of the seal. It fitted exactly, forming
a perfect letter B. Kent sat in dumbfounded silence regarding
the red seal and the envelope. The piece of wax
broken off from the seal had caught on his coat
sleeve when he had been in the Venetian casket in
(08:45):
the library at the McIntire house. It was proof positive
that not only he had been in the casket, but
the sealed envelope also. Helen McIntyre had left the envelope
in his care. Missus Brewster and Colonel McIntyre had both
present when the envelope was stolen from him. Which of
them had taken it, which one had afterwards secreted it
(09:06):
in the Venetian casket, and which had brought it back
to the safe in his office. Colonel McIntyre had been
in his office within the hour. The question was answered,
and Kent's eyes brightened, then clouded. Barbara had been there
as well, and Grimes had stated that before he received
a knock out blow in the MacIntyre library, he heard
(09:28):
the swish of skirts. Kent laid his hand on the envelope.
It was time that he found out what it contained,
but his finger inserted under the flap paused as his
eyes fell on the check bearing Missus Brewster's signature. It
was the check he had picked up from the floor
of the MacIntyre limousine that morning, and inadvertently carried away
with him from her signature. His glance wandered to Sylvester's
(09:52):
memorandum pad. It was uncanny the way his eye picked
out the letter B as he stared at Climber's note
and its signature. Slowly his hand dropped away from the
envelope and he left it lying forgotten on the desk
as he picked up piece after piece of blotting paper,
glancing intently at each, and finally pulling open a drawer
(10:13):
of his desk, he hunted in feverish haste for a
hand mirror. Some ten minutes later, Kent Rose placed the
papers he had been examining in the inside pocket of
his coat, and, using the private entrance from his office
into the corridor, he hurried away. When Helen MacIntyre entered
the office of Rochester and Kent for the second time
(10:34):
that afternoon, she found Sylvester transcribing stenographic notes on his typewriter.
Mister Kent is expecting you, miss, he said, holding open
the inner office door, and with a courteous word of thanks,
Helen passed the clerk, and the door closed behind her.
Kent rose at her approach and bowed. Formerly take this chair,
he suggested, and not until she was seated did Helen
(10:57):
realize he had placed her where the light fell full
upon her. I asked you to come here, he began,
as she waited for him to speak, because I must
have your confidence if I am to aid you. Did
you meet, recognize and talk to Jimmy Turnbull in your
house some time between Monday midnight and his arrest on
Tuesday morning? She colored hotly, then paled my testimony at
(11:20):
the inquest she commenced, but he gave her no opportunity
to add more. Your testimony there does not cover the question,
he explained. You stated that you had not recognized Jimmy
in the court room. Had you already penetrated his disguise
at your house? And if I had, did you? Kent
was doggedly persistent, and Helen's fingers closed round her hand
(11:42):
bag with convulsive force. Why had she not sent Barbara
to see Kent in her place? Did I what she parried?
Did you recognize and talk with Jimmy Turnbull in your house?
I talked with him, Yes, she admitted, and her voice
dropped almost to a whisper, as Jimmy Turnbull or Smith
the burglar. As Jimmy, she confessed, after a slight pause.
(12:06):
Then why did you go through the farce of having
Jimmy arrested as a burglar? Kent demanded, so that Barbara
might win her wager? Promptly, Kent stared at her incredulously.
Do you mean that, notwithstanding the risk to which you
were subjecting him with his weak heart, you kept up
the farce simply that Barbara might win an idiotic wager?
Kent asked. Helen passed one nervous hand over the other.
(12:30):
Her palms were hot and dry, and two hectic spots
had appeared in each white cheek. Jimmy was quite well
Monday night, she protested. He he had some hard medicine
with him, amyl nitrite, no nitroglycerin. I I think that
was it. I am not quite sure. She spoke with uncertainty,
(12:50):
and Kent knew that she lied. His heart sank. Did
he swallow any medicine in your presence? She shook her
head vigorously. No, he did not, Kent lowered his voice.
Did you see him take Missus Brewster's aconoteine pills off
the hall table. Helen shifted her gaze to his face
and then back to her ever restless hands. No, she said,
(13:12):
I did not see him take the pills. Kent studied
her in silence, which to her seemed never ending. I
want the true answer to this question, he announced, with
meaning emphasis. Why did Jimmie go in disguise to your
house on Monday night? Helen blanched. How should I know,
she muttered evasively. He he didn't come to see me.
(13:35):
The admission was barely above a whisper. But you know
what transpired in your house on Monday night, demanded Kent eagerly.
His question met with no response, and he repeated it,
but still the girl remained silent. Kent gave her a
moment's grace, then, drawing the unaddressed envelope from his pocket,
he held it toward her. A low cry broke from her,
(13:57):
and her expression changed as she caught sight of the
broken seal. You have opened it not yet. Kent held
the envelope just beyond her reach. I will only give
it to you with the understanding that you opened the envelope.
Now in my presence, and let me see its contents.
Helen drew back, then impulsively extended her hand. I agree,
(14:19):
she said, give me the envelope. Stop. The word rang out,
startling Kent as well as Helen and missus Brewster, whose
noiseless entrance a few seconds before had gone unobserved, hurried
to them, the envelope is mine. End of Chapter nineteen
Chapter nineteen of The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Red
Seal Again, Harry Kent inserted his key in his office
door with more vigor than good judgment, and spent some
seconds in readjusting it in the lock. Once inside the office,
(00:20):
he put up the latch and closed the door. A
glance around the empty office showed him that Sylvester had
obeyed his telephone instructions and gone out to luncheon. Kent
noted with satisfaction as he put his hat and cane
in the coat closet that he had over two hours
before Missus Brewster's expected arrival, ample time in which to
consider in quietude the events of the past few days,
(00:42):
and planned for his interview with the pretty widow. He
had spent the time between Rochester's sudden reappearance and a
hastily swallowed lunch at a downtown cafe in arranging bail
for Rochester. Ferguson had proved obdurate and had persisted in
taking the lawyer to police headquarters. Doctor Stone had accompanied
the trio and his testimony supported by two chemists. Regarding
(01:05):
the time required for acnotine poison to act had gone
far to weaken the detective's case against Rochester. Rochester, to
Kent's unbounded astonishment, had appeared indifferent to the whole proceedings
and to his partner's urgent inquiries as to where he
had spent the past four days and why he had disappeared.
He had returned one invariable answer, I'll explain in good time, Harry.
(01:28):
And it was not until they were leaving police headquarters
that his apathy vanished. When are you to see missus Brewster,
he asked. She will be at our office at four o'clock,
say Phil. But Rochester, shaking off his detaining hand, darted
across the street and sprang into a passing taxi bearing
the sign for hire, and that was the last Kent
(01:49):
had seen of his elusive partner. Kent dropped into his
chair and glanced askance at the mail piled neat array
on his desk. He was not in a frame of
mind to handle routine office business. Other clients would have
to wait until later in the day. A memorandum pad
bearing a message in Sylvester's precise penmanship, attracted his wandering
(02:09):
attention and he picked it up. Mister Kent, he read
Colonel McIntyre call just after I talked with you on
the phone. He waited in your office for half an hour,
then left, stating that he would come back. Miss Barber.
McIntyre called immediately afterwards, but would not wait more than
five minutes. Mister Climber came as she was going out
(02:29):
and left a note on your desk. I will return soon.
Sylvester Kent laid down the pad and picked up a
twisted three quartered note bearing his name and pencil. Unfolding it,
he scanned the hurriedly written lines. Dear Kent, McIntyre telephoned,
there were new developments in the Turnbull affair. We'll be
back later, yours b A. Climber. Kent judge from the
(02:52):
use of his initials that Climber was stirred out of
his ordinary calm. Nothing else explained his failure to sign
his full name, and he wondered what confident dances MacIntyre
had made to the bank president. Tossing down the note,
Kent lighted his pipe, tilted back in his swivel chair,
and reviewed the facts which implicated Rochester in Jimmy Turnbull's murder.
(03:12):
Rochester's quarrels with Jimmy, his persistent assertion that his friend
had died from angina pectoris, his unexplained disappearance on Tuesday night,
the fake telegram from Cleveland stating he was there, the
withdrawal of his bank deposits, the forged checks, his mysterious
visits to his own apartment, when considered together, presented a
chain of circumstantial evidence connecting him with the crime. But
(03:35):
in light of doctor Stone's testimony, the poison could not
have been administered in the glass of water Rochester had
given Jimmy in the police court. Four hours at least
had to elapse before the fatal dose of aconitine could
take effect. Four hours Kent told him off on his fingers.
It placed the crime in the MacIntyre house, which one
of its inmates administered the poison to Jimmy, and how
(03:58):
had it been done, what motive had prompted the cashier's murder.
It was preposterous to think that either of the twins
was guilty of the crime. Helen's devotion to Jimmy, her
insistence upon an autopsy being held, indicated her innocence. She
had stated at the inquest that she had not known
the burglar's identity. Kent paused as the thought occurred to
(04:21):
him the twins had swapped identities on the witness stand,
and therefore Helen had not been called upon to answer
that question. To the best of his recollection, she had
only been asked if she had recognized Jimmy in the
court room and not at her home. But Helen it
was who had summoned Officer Orion on discovering the burglar
and had him arrested. She surely would never have done
(04:44):
so had she guessed his identity. As for barbar MacIntyre,
Kent's heart beat faster at the thought of the girl
he loved so well. Circumstantial evidence had seemed for a
time to involve her in the crime. Grimes's outrageous insinuation
that he had been assault that on account of confiding
to her that the box of aconotine pills had been
left on the hall table where any one could get them,
(05:07):
was the outcome of his battered condition. When physical strength returned,
the butler would forget his hallucinations. The handkerchief with its
embroidered letter b used by Jimmy to inhale the fumes
from his amyl nitrite capsules was finally traced to its
rightful owner, Missus Brewster, and Missus Brewster was due in
his office. Within a very short time, Kent's square jaw
(05:30):
became more pronounced. She should not leave until she had
either confessed her connection with Turnbull's death or established her innocence.
Surely it would be easy for Missus Brewster to do so,
but a connotine had been prescribed for her. She was
familiar with the poison, She had it at hand. She
went to the police court and kept her trip a secret,
(05:51):
and she had laughed when Jimmy was carried dying from
the court room. But what motive could have inspired her
to murder Jimmy was an old lover. Kent, unable to
keep quiet any longer, rose and paced up and down
the office, stopping a moment to glance out of the window.
As he passed the safe. He saw the door was ajar.
(06:12):
Kent paused abruptly, who had opened the safe? Crossing to
the outer office, he looked around, No one was there.
It flashed into Kent's mind that he had seen Rochester's
light top coat and walking stick in the coat closet
as he hung up his hat on his arrival, and
he again opened the closet door. The coat and stick
were still there, so Rochester had come to the office
(06:36):
immediately after leaving him and carelessly left the safe open.
Kent smiled in spite of his vexation. The act was
typical of his eccentric partner. Going back to his own office,
Kent opened the safe and glanced inside. The pigeon holes
and compartments appeared untouched except the door of one of
the small compartments on rochester side. An envelope was wedged
(06:58):
in such a manner that the small door would not shut,
and that had prevented the closing of the outer safe door. Kent,
preparatory to shutting the safe, drew out the envelope, intending
to place it in another pigeon hole where there was
more room. As he turned the envelope over, he was
thunderstruck to recognize it as the one which Helen MacIntyre
(07:18):
had placed in the safe on Wednesday morning. He had
last seen the envelope lying on the table in the
smoking porch of the Club de Vent from whence it
had mysteriously disappeared, and now it was back again in
Rochester's safe. Had it ever been missing from the safe?
The question forced itself on Kent as he returned to
his chair, envelope in hand, and sat down before his desk.
(07:41):
He had accepted Detective Ferguson's statement that he had removed
the envelope from the safe and therefore had never looked
in the compartment where Helen had put it to verify
its disappearance. Ferguson had removed it, Kent concluded as he
examined the envelope with more care. It was the identical one, unaddressed,
with the same red seal holding down the flap. The
(08:02):
same red seal, but with a difference. A corner was missing.
Kent stared at the seal for a moment in doubt.
Then his fingers sought his vest pocket and fumbled about
for a minute. Taking out Missus Brewster's check, he laid
it on the desk alongside the envelope, unfolded it and
picked out a piece of red sealing wax which had
(08:23):
slid inside the check. Kent placed the red wax on
the broken section of the seal. It fitted exactly, forming
a perfect letter B. Kent sat in dumbfounded silence regarding
the red seal and the envelope. The piece of wax
broken off from the seal had caught on his coat
sleeve when he had been in the Venetian casket in
(08:45):
the library at the McIntire house. It was proof positive
that not only he had been in the casket, but
the sealed envelope also. Helen McIntyre had left the envelope
in his care. Missus Brewster and Colonel McIntyre had both
present when the envelope was stolen from him. Which of
them had taken it, which one had afterwards secreted it
(09:06):
in the Venetian casket, and which had brought it back
to the safe in his office. Colonel McIntyre had been
in his office within the hour. The question was answered,
and Kent's eyes brightened, then clouded. Barbara had been there
as well, and Grimes had stated that before he received
a knock out blow in the MacIntyre library, he heard
(09:28):
the swish of skirts. Kent laid his hand on the envelope.
It was time that he found out what it contained,
but his finger inserted under the flap paused as his
eyes fell on the check bearing Missus Brewster's signature. It
was the check he had picked up from the floor
of the MacIntyre limousine that morning, and inadvertently carried away
with him from her signature. His glance wandered to Sylvester's
(09:52):
memorandum pad. It was uncanny the way his eye picked
out the letter B as he stared at Climber's note
and its signature. Slowly his hand dropped away from the
envelope and he left it lying forgotten on the desk
as he picked up piece after piece of blotting paper,
glancing intently at each, and finally pulling open a drawer
(10:13):
of his desk, he hunted in feverish haste for a
hand mirror. Some ten minutes later, Kent Rose placed the
papers he had been examining in the inside pocket of
his coat, and, using the private entrance from his office
into the corridor, he hurried away. When Helen MacIntyre entered
the office of Rochester and Kent for the second time
(10:34):
that afternoon, she found Sylvester transcribing stenographic notes on his typewriter.
Mister Kent is expecting you, miss, he said, holding open
the inner office door, and with a courteous word of thanks,
Helen passed the clerk, and the door closed behind her.
Kent rose at her approach and bowed. Formerly take this chair,
he suggested, and not until she was seated did Helen
(10:57):
realize he had placed her where the light fell full
upon her. I asked you to come here, he began,
as she waited for him to speak, because I must
have your confidence if I am to aid you. Did
you meet, recognize and talk to Jimmy Turnbull in your
house some time between Monday midnight and his arrest on
Tuesday morning? She colored hotly, then paled my testimony at
(11:20):
the inquest she commenced, but he gave her no opportunity
to add more. Your testimony there does not cover the question,
he explained. You stated that you had not recognized Jimmy
in the court room. Had you already penetrated his disguise
at your house? And if I had, did you? Kent
was doggedly persistent, and Helen's fingers closed round her hand
(11:42):
bag with convulsive force. Why had she not sent Barbara
to see Kent in her place? Did I what she parried?
Did you recognize and talk with Jimmy Turnbull in your house?
I talked with him, Yes, she admitted, and her voice
dropped almost to a whisper, as Jimmy Turnbull or Smith
the burglar. As Jimmy, she confessed, after a slight pause.
(12:06):
Then why did you go through the farce of having
Jimmy arrested as a burglar? Kent demanded, so that Barbara
might win her wager? Promptly, Kent stared at her incredulously.
Do you mean that, notwithstanding the risk to which you
were subjecting him with his weak heart, you kept up
the farce simply that Barbara might win an idiotic wager?
Kent asked. Helen passed one nervous hand over the other.
(12:30):
Her palms were hot and dry, and two hectic spots
had appeared in each white cheek. Jimmy was quite well
Monday night, she protested. He he had some hard medicine
with him, amyl nitrite, no nitroglycerin. I I think that
was it. I am not quite sure. She spoke with uncertainty,
(12:50):
and Kent knew that she lied. His heart sank. Did
he swallow any medicine in your presence? She shook her
head vigorously. No, he did not, Kent lowered his voice.
Did you see him take Missus Brewster's aconoteine pills off
the hall table. Helen shifted her gaze to his face
and then back to her ever restless hands. No, she said,
(13:12):
I did not see him take the pills. Kent studied
her in silence, which to her seemed never ending. I
want the true answer to this question, he announced, with
meaning emphasis. Why did Jimmie go in disguise to your
house on Monday night? Helen blanched. How should I know,
she muttered evasively. He he didn't come to see me.
(13:35):
The admission was barely above a whisper. But you know
what transpired in your house on Monday night, demanded Kent eagerly.
His question met with no response, and he repeated it,
but still the girl remained silent. Kent gave her a
moment's grace, then, drawing the unaddressed envelope from his pocket,
he held it toward her. A low cry broke from her,
(13:57):
and her expression changed as she caught sight of the
broken seal. You have opened it not yet. Kent held
the envelope just beyond her reach. I will only give
it to you with the understanding that you opened the envelope.
Now in my presence, and let me see its contents.
Helen drew back, then impulsively extended her hand. I agree,
(14:19):
she said, give me the envelope. Stop. The word rang out,
startling Kent as well as Helen and missus Brewster, whose
noiseless entrance a few seconds before had gone unobserved, hurried
to them, the envelope is mine. End of Chapter nineteen
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