CHAPTER XVI MISS MYSTERY’S TESTIMONY––––––––
MISS MYSTERY looked from Stone’s impassive face to Fibsy’s eager boyish countenance. Then she looked at Maurice Trask.
The latter showed deepest sympathy and interest but Trask also had a wary air, as if ready to interrupt any disclosures that might be damaging to the girl.
“First of all,” Stone said, “who sent you that telegram from San Francisco?”
“I don’t know.” The calm little face was as expressionless as Stone’s own, and she made her statement as straightforwardly as if it had been true.
“Miss Austin,” Stone spoke severely now, “it’s to your own advantage to adopt a more amenable manner. You will not help your cause by prevarication or evasion. Unless you will answer my questions truly, I must find out these things for myself. I can d
