“Fraud?”
“Yes,” quietly. “I am aware that you impersonated Helen on the witness stand and vice versa. You took a frightful risk.”
“I don't see why,” she protested. “In my testimony I told nothing but the truth.”
“I never doubted you told the truth regarding the events of Monday night as you saw them, but the coroner's questions were put to you under the impression that you were Helen.” Kent scrutinized her keenly. “Would Helen have been able to give the same answers that you did without perjuring herself?”
Barbara started and her face paled. “Are you insinuating that Helen killed Jimmie?” she cried.
“No,” his emphatic denial was prompt. “But I do believe that she knows more of what transpired Monday night than she is willing to admit. Is that not so, Barbara?”
“Yes,” she acknowledged reluctantly.
“Does she know who poisoned Jimmie?”
“No—no!” Barbara rested a firm hand on his shoulder. “I swear Helen does not know. You must believe me, Harry.”
“She may not know,” Kent spoke slowly. “But are you sure she does not suspect some one?”