"Did you recognize Mr. Turnbull in his burglar's make-up when you
confronted him in the police court?" Parker drew out copy paper and
a pencil, and waited for her reply. There was a pause.

"I did not recognize Mr. Turnbull in court," she stated finally.
"His death was a frightful shock."

"Sure. It was to everybody," agreed Parker. "How about your sister,
Miss Barbara; did she recognize him?"

"No." faintly.

Parker showed his disappointment; he was not eliciting much
information. Abruptly he turned to Clymer, whose prominent position
in the financial world made him a familiar figure to all
Washingtonians.

"Weren't you present in the police court on Tuesday morning also?"
Parker asked.

"Yes," Clymer modified the curt monosyllable by adding, "I helped
Dr. Stone carry Turnbull out of the prisoners' cage and into the
anteroom."

"And did you recognize your cashier?" demanded Parker. At the
question Barbara set down her goblet of water without care for its
perishable quality and looked with quick intentness at the banker.

"I recognized Mr. Turnbull when his wig was removed," answered