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He wheeled a chair up to one side of the table for Miss Fluette, and I made haste to perform a like service for Miss Genevieve Cooper; an act which she recognized with a slight smile and one of her friendly looks. "Perhaps you and Genevieve had better get out of your wraps," the young man suggested to Miss Fluette, "because I want you to hear all I have to say to Mr.
Fluette had a much narrower escape than you did." "Perhaps," he admitted heavily. "But nobody knows it outside of you and his family. I can't go to Belle with the odor of prison clinging to me. And what's more, I sha'n't." "If you don't," I said quietly, "you 'll break her heart. Your suffering has been as nothing compared with hers." Then I lost my patience completely.
"Oh, please, please, don't wait for the key," she was importuning them. "Break in the door only hurry!" "Everything's all right, Miss Cooper," I called. A little cry of relief came from beyond the closed portal. "I have the key," I added. The second key which Miss Fluette had held was the one, and I had the bolt shot in a jiffy. Genevieve ran straight to me and threw herself into my arms.
You know that those fellows managed to steal the bar of soap " "While you were watching it," he interpolated. " and," I went on, ignoring the thrust, "they notified you and Fluette of the fact Friday morning." "Yes," he said slowly, after a pause, "they told us they had secured the bar of soap." "If that's so," I fixed him with a level look, "why did the intelligence floor you so?"
His voice dropped, and he had every appearance of one who speaks with the utmost reluctance. "I came to ask my uncle for the Paternoster ruby," he announced. I merely waited, neither stirring nor speaking; not so the two girls, however, who made no pretence of concealing their amazement. "You asked him to give it to you?" gasped Miss Fluette. Maillot laughed bitterly, looking straight at me.
"Then, how " I began, and stopped. If I could not understand, it was only too clear that Burke could not tell me what I wanted to know; for it was also plain that he too was utterly at a loss to account for the circumstance. This, then, had been the intelligence imparted by the Burman on Friday morning, which had so upset Fluette and Burke.
Burke is repulsive to her for which you can't blame her and her curiosity over a man like him and a man like her father having anything in common is quite natural. It is odd, you know. "That's not what I intended saying, though." He paused and eyed me keenly an instant. "If anything turns up that drags Mr. Fluette into this business, you will find that Burke's the one who has tangled him.
For a moment she contemplated his worried countenance in round-eyed bewilderment, and then glanced inquiringly at me. Maillot, in a sober manner, presented me. The handsome brown-eyed girl was Miss Belle Fluette; the other was her cousin, Miss Genevieve Cooper. She, too, was strikingly pretty, but instead of brown, her eyes were a deep and wonderful blue.
She faltered an instant on the threshold, then, sobbing, rushed in. I made haste to close the door and rejoin Mrs. Fluette. This lady was slight and frail, with hair as white as snow, and about her there hung an intangible something which gave me the impression that she was a woman who had suffered much.
For a moment we confronted each other, I utterly nonplussed, every line of the girl's figure breathing relentless determination. "Miss Fluette," I tried to reason with her, "you are beside yourself. Pray don't do anything you 'll regret." But she stopped me. Her voice was harsh and strained. "Get up out of that chair. Do as I say."
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