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It was a genial, whole-souled smile, for the old lady had a soft spot in her heart for boys, and was already longing to give him some fruit and nuts from the sideboard. Fibsy seemed to divine her attitude, and he grinned affably, and was more at his ease. But he sat quietly while the others went on discussing the details of the case.
"What is?" asked Stone, looking at the boy in concern. For Fibsy was greatly excited, his fingers worked nervously and his voice shook. "The whole thing, Mr. Stone! Hanlon's dead and he killed Mr. Embury." "Yes I know " Fleming Stone showed no surprise. "Did he fall?" "Yessir. Got up the climb all right, and 'most down again, and fell from the sixth floor. Killed him but not instantly.
"I'm 'ssociated with Mr. Stone," said Fibsy, with a quiet twinkle. "It was clever," agreed Stone. "I'm sure, myself, that the absence of that small carving knife means something, but I can't fit it in yet." We went up to the dining-room to look again at the carving fork, still in its place on the sideboard.
She singled out Fibsy for her especial attentions, and the boy accepted the honor with a gentle grace that astounded me. When talking to her he lost entirely his slang and uncouth diction and behaved as to the manner born. He was chameleonic, I could see, and he unconsciously took color from his surroundings.
No one can protect me from Fleming Stone!" The name was uttered with such scorn as to seem an invective of itself! Stone betrayed no annoyance at her attitude toward him, but rather seemed impressed with her personality. He gave her a glance that was not untinged with admiration, but he made no defence. "I can," cried Fibsy, who was utterly routed by Eunice's imperious beauty.
"My boy, I'm only too glad to keep away from the subject. I'm worried to death with it all. And if I can't do any good by my efforts, I'll willingly 'lay low' as you ask." "All right, ma'am. Now, I'm off, and I'll be back here when I come again. So long." Fibsy went down in the service elevator and forthwith proceeded to interview the rubbish man of the house and some other functionaries.
If Miss Van Allen put that there for us to discover, the marks on it are of no use. Perhaps some she had put there purposely. You see, I'm inclined to grant her any degree of cleverness from what I know of her ability so far. She is a witch. She can hoodwink anybody." "Except F. Stone, Esquire," amended Fibsy. "You pussieve, Mr. Calhoun, the far-famed detective, is already onto her coives!"
"And I called, too," Hanlon said, "to offer you my respectful sympathy, Mrs, Embury, and ask if there's anything I can do for you." "Why, you're very kind," said Eunice, touched by his thoughtfulness, "but I'm afraid there's nothing you anybody can do for me." "F. Stone can," declared Fibsy; "he can do a lot for you, Mrs, Embury."
Fibsy nearly shrieked, for at each enumeration of her marvelous experiences, Miss Ames grasped his arm tighter and emphasized her statements by pounding on his shoulder. She seemed unaware of his personal presence she talked more as if recounting the matter to herself, but she used him as a general audience and the boy had to make a desperate effort to preserve his poise.
Fibsy gave Marigny one quick glance and then the boy assumed an expression of face quite different from his usual one. He managed to look positively vacant-minded. His eyes became lack-luster, his mouth, slightly open, looked almost imbecile, and his roving glance betokened no interest whatever in the proceedings. "Mr. Marigny?" said Miss Ames, eagerly anxious for the seance to begin.
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