Detective and mystery stories; Stone, Fleming (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Apparently, Fleming Stone paid little attention to this letter from
Pauline. Really, every word engraved itself on his heart, as he read the
lines, and when he gave the paper to Gray Haviland, it was only because
he knew he would never need to refresh his memory as to the message
Pauline had sent him.
Stone also read the letter she had written to Gray, and his deep eyes
clouded with pain at some of the lines. But he returned it to Haviland
without comment, and then courteously dismissed the pair.
"He's bothered to death," said Gray, as they went downstairs.
"So'm I," responded Anita. "But nobody cares about me, it's all
Pauline,--whether she's a----"
"Let up on that, 'Nita!" and Gray spoke warningly. "Don't you call
Pauline names in my hearing!"
Anita, pouting, flounced away to her own room.
Fleming Stone remained in Miss Lucy Carrington's boudoir. He sat on a
window-seat, and looked out across the wide gardens and the innumerable
steps. There was not much snow now. Merely great wind-swept stretches,
dotted with evergreen trees, and the carved stone of the terrace railings
and balustrades.
Long, Stone mused over Pauline's letter. For a time, he gave himself up
to thoughts of her in which consideration of crime had no part. He knew
he loved her, loved her with all the strength and power of his great
nature; with all the affection and devotion of his big heart; and with
all the passion and adoration of his deep soul. He knew she was not
averse to him. Knew almost, with his marvelous power of knowledge, that
she cared for him, but he knew, too, that if he let his mind dwell on
such alluring thoughts or visions, he could not work. And work, he must.
Ay, work as he had never before, with an incentive he had never had
before. And Fleming Stone's mind was troubled to know whether this love
for Pauline would help or hinder this work he must do. And he resolved,
with all his mighty will-power, that it should help, that he would
control this surging emotion, so new to him, and would force it to aid
and assist his efforts, and to triumph over all doubts or obstacles.
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