“Never mind what I mean. But don’t get Fleming Stone on this case, I forbid it.”
“You’re too late,” returned Avice; “I’ve already written to him to come and see me.”
“In that case, there is nothing more to be said. We must make the best of it. But at least let me be here with you when he comes. I think he will want a legal mind to confer with.”
“Indeed, I shall be very glad to have you here. Why were you so averse to having him, at first?”
“Only because it is so useless. He can discover nothing. But if you want him, that’s enough for me.”
The next evening Hoyt called on Avice again.
“Heard from Stone yet?” he asked.
“No, not yet.”
“Well, I don’t believe you will. I hear he’s out West, and will be gone some weeks yet.”
“Oh, I am so disappointed! How are things going today?”