“Slowly. But I am holding them back on purpose. I have a new plan, that may help us out a lot.”
But Hoyt wouldn’t divulge his new plan, and when he left, Avice was heavy-hearted. She was more than willing to do anything for Kane that was right, but she recoiled at perjury and deceit. And yet the thought of Kane’s conviction brought her to the pitch of any awful deed.
So, when, the morning after she lost her hope of seeing Fleming Stone, Fibsy came to see her, she welcomed the boy as a drowning man a straw.
“What about that Stone guy, Miss Avice?” he inquired, abruptly.
“We can’t get him, Fibsy; he’s out of town.”
“Yes, he isn’t! I seen him only yesterday, walkin’ up the avnoo.”
“You did! He must have come home unexpectedly. I’m going to telephone him!”
“Do it now,” said Fibsy, in a preoccupied tone. Avice found the number and called up the detective.
“Why, Miss Trowbridge,” he said, after he learned who she was; “I had a telegram from you asking me to cancel the appointment.”
“A telegram! I didn’t send you any!”