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His parsimony was notorious; he was a bachelor without known kith or kin, and had never before been known to evince the slightest interest in precious stones. On the other hand, Mr. Fluette was not only a collector of gems, but his collection was and still is one of the most famous in the world. He got the stone, at any rate; and here we have another instance of the man's peculiar disposition.
Maillot sat plucking aimlessly at the margin of a newspaper, the tiny fragments floating unheeded to the floor; while Miss Fluette, strikingly handsome with her transparent complexion, her red-brown hair, and clear hazel eyes, sat imperiously beside him, alone in her assurance as to the outcome. The young man seemed to have forgotten her presence, so deep was his abstraction.
Fluette, would n't you think I had become a fit subject for a lunatic asylum?" "Yet," returned I, calmly, "you say that you did this, and that your uncle assured you he would give you the stone this morning promised after he had heard your reasons. I must admit that your present declarations are very extraordinary; perhaps they will not seem so after you 've recounted all the circumstances."
"By no means," stopping me with considerable warmth. "If there 's any way out of this rotten mess it's you that must get me out. My hands are literally tied, now. And Swift," he hesitated; his face clouded and his voice suddenly dropped, "I I simply can't say anything more, old chap." "So," I quietly observed, "you too are worried about Fluette." He started as if stung.
Maillot has said, I am of a disposition to help him out of a tight place, and I trust that his friends will not put unnecessary obstacles in the way of working to that end." She said no more. Poor Belle Fluette! She was to have my sympathy more than once during the days that were to follow. Miss Cooper looked at me a little apprehensively, but I read confidence in her eyes. "Let Mr.
Despite his protestations, when I left headquarters the last glimpse I had of him was through the bars of a cell door. I went directly to the Fluette residence to inform Genevieve that her apprehensions and uncertainties had at last crystallized into dread reality.
At this unfortuitous instant there came a loud rap upon the door, which immediately opened to disclose the rotund form of Stodger, and behind him two slight figures in furs and veils, bearing into this desolate and gloomy old mansion a delicious flavor of young, dainty, pretty femininity. "Miss Belle Fluette and Miss Genevieve Cooper to see Mr.
"Fact," Stodger nodded his round head impressively, "Alfred Fluette." Here indeed was the promise of a pretty state of affairs! I left the four reporters to Stodger's tender mercies his instructions did not include any such extreme measures as Maillot had suggested confident that he was the proper person to relieve me of this unwelcome intrusion.
Doubtless he had come to realize that the wresting operation demanded all his powers; but his silence was easily made to appear of more significance than it deserved. It was construed for Miss Clara, not by her as indisputable evidence of forgetfulness. Within the year she married Alfred Fluette. Six years passed. Alfred Fluette had migrated with his bride to the city.
And here, too, we are given a new light upon Alexander Burke, oiling door-hinges that he might the better spy upon his employer, patiently working out the combination of the hidden safe and running to Alfred Fluette with the old love-letters and mementos for a price, of course, playing the vindictiveness of the one against the hatred and fear of the other, and scrupling not to gain profit for himself whenever and wherever he might.
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