“Avice! what nonsense. You mustn’t do any such thing!”
“Why not?”
“Because it is absurd. We already have Duane on the case. He is a well-known detective and would resent the employment of another.”
“Do you suppose I care for that? If Fleming Stone can free Kane he shall have a chance to do so! I have fifty thousand dollars of my own, and I’ll spend it all, if necessary.”
“It isn’t the cost, dear. But one detective can hardly succeed where another good one failed. And, too, it is too late, now. A detective must work before clues are destroyed and evidence lost.”
“I know it is late, but Stone is so clever. He can do marvels.”
“Who told you so?”
“I won’t tell you.” For Avice knew if she said either Fibsy or the clairvoyant, Hoyt would laugh at her.
“Be guided by me in this, dear,” said Hoyt, earnestly. “Don’t send for this man. He will do more harm than good.”
“Do you mean he will find out for sure that Kane did it?”