“Were you disturbed by the burglar's entrance on Monday night?”
McIntyre shook his head. “I am a heavy sleeper,” he said. “I regret very much that my daughter Helen did not at once awaken me on finding the burglar, as she supposed, hiding in the closet. I knew nothing of the affair until Grimes informed me of it, and only reached the police court in time to bring my daughters home from the distressing scene following the identification of the dead burglar as Jimmie Turnbull.”
“Colonel McIntyre,” Penfield turned over several papers until he found the one he sought. “Mrs. Brewster has testified that while you and she were sitting in the reception room, Mr. Clymer opened the window. Did you close it on leaving the room?”
McIntyre reflected before answering. “I cannot remember doing so,” he stated finally. “Clymer was in rather a hurry to leave, and after bidding Mrs. Brewster good night, we went straight out to the car and I drove him to the Saratoga.”
“Then you cannot swear to the window having been re-locked?”
“I cannot.”
Penfield paused a moment. “Did you return immediately to your house from the Saratoga apartment?”
“I did” promptly. “My chauffeur, Harris, wasn't well, and I wanted him to get home.”
Penfield thought a moment before putting the next question.
“How did Miss Barbara return from the Grosvenor dance?” he asked.