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"I must go," declared Barbara ten minutes later."Father would make a fearful scene if he knew I had been here to see you." She picked up her hand-bag, preparatory to leaving."Then I can tell Helen that you will aid us?""Yes." Kent stopped on his way to the door."I will try and see the coroner this afternoon.In the meantime, Babs, can't you tell me what makes you suspect that Jimmie might have been killed?""I have nothing tangible to go on," she admitted."Only a woman's instinct -"Kent did not smile."Instinct," he repeated thoughtfully."Well, does your instinct hazard a guess as to the weapon, the opportunity, and the motive for such a crime? Jimmie Turnbull hadn't an enemy in the world."Barbara looked at him oddly."Suppose you find the answer to those conundrums," she suggested."Don't come to the elevator; Margaret Brewster may see you with me, and she would tell father of our meeting.

"Is Mrs.Brewster still with you?" asked Kent, paying no attention to her protests as he accompanied her down the corridor."Iunderstood she planned to return to the West last week.""She did, but father persuaded her to prolong her visit," Barbara was guilty of a grimace, then hailing the descending elevator she bolted into it and waved her good-by to Kent as the cage shot downward.

When Kent reentered his office he found Sylvester hanging up the telephone receiver.

"Mr.Clymer has telephoned to ask if you will come to the Metropolis Trust Company at once," he said, and before Kent could frame a reply he had darted into the coat closet and brought out his hat and cane, and handed them to him.

"Don't wait for me, but go out for your luncheon," directed Kent, observing the hour."I have my key and can get in when I return if you should not be here," and not waiting to hear Sylvester's thanks, he hurried away.

The clock over the bank had just struck noon when Kent reached the fine office building which housed the Metropolis Trust Company, and as he entered the bank, a messenger stopped him.

"Mr.Clymer is waiting for you in his private office, sir," he said, and led the way past the long rows of mahogany counters and plate glass windows to the back of the bank, finally stopping before a door bearing the name, in modest lettering- BENJAMIN AUGUSTUS CLYMER.

The bank president was sensitive on one point; he never permitted initials only to be used before his name.The messenger's deferential knock was answered by a gruff command to enter.Clymer welcomed Kent with an air of relief.

"You know Colonel McIntyre," he said by way of introduction, and Kent became aware that the tall man lounging with his back to him in one of the leather covered chairs was Barbara's father.Colonel McIntyre returned Kent's bow with a curt nod, and then Clymer pushed forward a chair.

"Sit down, Kent," he began."You have already handled several confidential affairs for the bank in a satisfactory manner, and I have sent for you to-day to ask your aid in an urgent matter.

Before I go further I must ask you to treat what I am about to say as strictly confidential.""Certainly, Mr.Clymer."

"Good! Then draw up your chair." Clymer waited until Kent had complied with his request."You have heard of Jimmie Turnbull's sudden and tragic death?""Yes."

"As you know, he was cashier of this bank." Clymer spoke with deliberation."Soon after word reached here of his death, the vice-president and treasurer of the bank had a careful examination made of his books and accounts." Clymer paused to clear his throat;he was troubled with an irritating cough."Turnbull's accounts were found in first class order.""I am sure they would be, Mr.Clymer," exclaimed Kent warmly."Any one who knew Jimmie would never doubt his honesty."McIntyre turned in his chair and regarded the speaker with no friendly eye, but aside from that, took no part in the conversation.

Clymer did not at once resume speaking.

"To-day," he commenced finally, "Colonel McIntyre called at the bank and asked the treasurer, Mr.Gilmore, for certain valuable negotiable securities which he left in the bank's care a month ago.

Mr.Gilmore told Colonel McIntyre that these securities had been given to Jimmie Turnbull last Saturday on his presentation of a letter from McIntyre requesting that they be turned over to the bank's cashier.McIntyre expressed his surprise and asked to see the letter " - Clymer paused and took a paper from his desk."Here is the letter."Kent took the paper and examined it closely.

"This is perfectly in order," he said."A clear statement in Colonel McIntyre's handwriting and on his stationery.

For the first time Colonel McIntyre addressed him.

"The letter is in order," he acknowledged, "and written on my stationery, but it was not written by me.The letter is a clever forgery."