“Yes, and to yourself for two!” Genevieve exclaimed. “You want the secret to come out so Maida won’t marry Curt to keep it quiet! Own up, now.”
Allen couldn’t deny this, but back of it was his instinctive desire for justice all round, and he doggedly stuck to his determination of laying the matter before Fleming Stone.
Genevieve accompanied him, and together they sought Stone in his sitting-room.
Fibsy was there and the two were in deep consultation.
“Come in,” Stone said, as his visitors appeared. “You have something to tell me, I gather from your eager faces.”
“We have,” Allen returned, and he began to tell his story.
“Let me tell it,” Miss Lane interrupted him, impatiently. “You see, Mr. Stone, Mr. Allen is in love with Miss Wheeler, and he can’t help coloring things in her favor.”
“And you’re in love with Mr. Keefe,” Stone said, but without a smile, “and you can’t help coloring things in his favor.”
The girl bridled a little, but was in no way embarrassed at the assertion.
“Take your choice, then,” she said, flippantly. “Who do you want to tell you the secret we’re ready to give away?”