They reached the street, when Fibsy cried out,
“Good gracious, I left me paper!” and he darted back into the restaurant, returning, after a moment’s delay, with the newspaper under his arm.
“Now we are off,” he said, and with Judge Hoyt, he walked briskly back to the lawyer’s office.
CHAPTER XX
FLEMING STONE
That same evening, Judge Hoyt went to see Avice, and he acknowledged that he was about at the end of his resources.
“Then you have failed?” said the girl.
“Not yet. But I shall, undoubtedly, unless—”
“Unless you resort to dishonest means?”
“Yes; exactly that. I don’t want to, and yet,—for you I would perjure my soul!”
“What would it be, this dishonest procedure?”