"No," said Stone, "not now."
"Explain, please," I said, beginning to get angry.
"I will," said Stone.
"No!" cried Fibsy, "no, Mr. Stone, let me t-t-tell. W-wait a minute,
I'll tell. Oh, oh, I knew it all day, b-b-but I couldn't believe it!
I wouldn't believe it! Why, Mr. Calhoun, Vicky Van is—is—why, Mrs.
Schuyler is Vicky Van!"
CHAPTER XIX
PROOFS AND MORE PROOFS
"You are absolutely crazy!" I said, laughing, though the laugh choked in my throat, as I looked at Stone. "You see, Fibsy, you're gone dotty over this thing, and you're running round in circles. I know both Mrs. Schuyler and Miss Van Allen, and they've nothing in common. There couldn't be two people more dissimilar."
"That's just it—that's how I know," wailed the boy. "That's how I first caught on. You see—oh, tell him, Mr. Stone."
"The boy is right," said Stone, slowly. "And the—"
"He can't be right! It's impossible!" I fairly shouted, as thoughts came flashing into my mind—dreadful thoughts, appalling thoughts!