I must be in court by noon, so have the brief copied by eleven."

"Yes, sir," and Sylvester departed, only to return a second later.
"Miss McIntyre to see you," he announced, and stood aside to allow
the girl to enter.

It was the first time Kent had seen Helen since the tragedy of
Tuesday, and as he advanced to greet her he noted with concern her
air of distress and the troubled look in her eyes. Her composed
manner was obviously only maintained by the exertion of self-control,
for the hand she offered him was unsteady.

"You are so kind," she murmured as he placed a chair for her. "Babs
told me you have promised your aid, and so I have come -" she
pressed one hand to her side as if she found breathing difficult
and Kent, reaching for his pitcher of ice water which stood near at
hand, filled a tumbler and gave it to her.

"Take a little," he coaxed as she moved as if to refuse the glass.
"Why didn't you telephone and I would have called on you; in fact,
I planned to run in and see you this afternoon.

"It is wiser to have our talk here," she replied. Setting down the
empty glass she gazed about the office and her face brightened at
sight of a safe standing in one corner. "Is that yours or Philip's?"
she asked, pointing to it.

"The safe? Oh, it's for our joint use, owned by the firm, you know,"
explained Kent, somewhat puzzled by her eagerness.