She must be hurried away.
"Uncle," George said, "I did not say it while the detective was here--
I do not wish to raise your hopes; but I believe I have a clue. Do not
question me," he added, raising a hand in terror lest Mr. Marrapit
should begin examination. "I promise nothing. My ideas may be wholly
imaginary. But I believe--I believe--oh, I believe I have a clue."
Mr. Marrapit rushed for the bell. "Recall the detective! You should
have spoken. I will send Fletcher in pursuit."
George seized his uncle's arm. "On no account. That is why I did not
speak before. I am convinced I can do better alone."
"You do not convince me. You are an amateur. We must have the skilled
mind. Let me ring."
George was in terror. "No, no; do you not see it may be waste of time?
Let me at least make sure, then I will tell the detective. Meanwhile
let him pursue other clues. Why send the trained mind on what may be a
goose-chase?"
The argument had effect. Mr. Marrapit dropped into a chair.
George explained. To follow the clue necessitated, he said, instant
departure--by train. He would write fullest details; would wire from
time to time if necessary. His uncle must trust him implicitly. The
detective must not be told until he gave the word.
Eager to clutch at any hope, Mr.
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