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Either lemme go or shut down on it, one o' the six! But it's most nessary, I do assure you." "Maybe she won't have you. Why should those grand ladies allow a boy of your age at their dinner-table?" "Because you ask 'em, sir." Fibsy's tone was full of a quiet dignity. "Very well, I'll ask them," and Stone went away to the telephone.
There was a subtle sympathy between these two that surprised me, for Ruth Schuyler was fastidious in her choice of friends. But he amused her, and he was never really impertinent merely naive and unconventional. Well, on the day I speak of, Stone and I sat in the basement room awaiting Fibsy's return. He was out after certain information and we hoped much from it.
"Yes; as I told you, walls have tongues, and the walls have given up the secret of how Mrs. Schuyler managed her two-sided existence." But he would not tell me the secret until I had been fortified with two cups of steaming Mocha, which fully justified his praise of Fibsy's culinary prowess.
She didn't kill him!" "No, she didn't!" and Tibbetts appeared in the library doorway. "I did it myself." "That's right!" and Fibsy's eyes gleamed satisfaction; "she did! It's her fingermarks on the knife that stabbed old Schuyler. They're plain as print! Nobody thought of matching up those marks with Tibbetts's mitt! But I'll bet she did it to save Mrs. Schuyler's life!"
My heart goes twirly-whirly When I see my pearlie girlie, With her "Now, what is that next line? With her ?" "With her ring-around-a-rosy curls!" supplemented Ruth, her own face breaking into laughter, as, caught by the infection of Fibsy's waggish gayety, she rounded out the phrase. "Yes, that's it" said Fibsy, eagerly, "and
"I know you can't believe it, but you listen a bit, while I tell Mr. Stone some things. Then you'll see." "Yes, Terence," said Stone; "go ahead. What about the prints?" "They prove up," and Fibsy's woe increased afresh. "They ain't no shadder of doubt. The very reason I know they're the same is 'cause they're so unlike. Yes, I'll explain wait a minute "
An important feature of Fleming Stone's efficiency was his ability to make use of the services of others. In the present case, he skilfully utilized both Shane and Driscoll's energies, and received their reports diplomatically concealing the fact that he was making tools of them, and letting them infer that he was merely their co-worker. Also, he depended greatly on Fibsy's assistance.
She described the seance truthfully, Fibsy's bright eyes not lack-luster now darting glances at her and at Stone as the tale proceeded. "He was the real thing wasn't he, McGuire?" Miss Ames appealed to him, at last. "You bet!
He sat at Ruth's left hand, Stone being in the seat of the honor guest, and as that left me between the two sisters, I was doomed to participate in their chatter. But I was opposite my hostess and could enjoy looking at her in the intervals of conversation. Suddenly, I chanced to look up and I saw Fibsy's comical little face drawn with grimaces as he sang a snatch of a popular song.
Schuyler?" Fibsy's slip of pronunciation was due to his slight embarrassment at his novel surroundings, but he valiantly corrected himself and ignored it. "I like other gems," Ruth replied, "but Mr. Schuyler preferred pearls, and gave me such beauties that I have grown very fond of them."
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