When he looked up into Miss
Graham's face again it was with a changed expression.
"Miss Graham," he said slowly, "won't you try to forget, for the
moment, the circumstances of our meeting, and think of me only as a
friend of your friends who is very honestly eager to be a friend to
you, when you most need one?"
Now, Average Jones's birth-fairy had endowed him with one priceless
gift: the power of inspiring an instinctive confidence in himself.
Sylvia Graham felt, suddenly, that a hand, sure and firm, had been
outstretched to guide her on a dark path. In one of those rare
flashes of companionship which come only when clean and honorable
spirits recognize one another, all consciousness of sex was lost
between them. The girl's gaze met the man's level, and was held in
a long, silent regard.
"Yes," she said simply; and the heart of Average Jones rose and
swore a high loyalty.
"Listen, then. I think I see a clear way. Judge Ackroyd will kill
the dog if he can, and so effectually conceal the body that no
funeral can be held over it, thereby rendering your grandmother's
bequest to you void.
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