“The hunt for the casket, Jacqueline, is an excellent preventive against obesity,” I said lightly.
At this reference to the casket the color slowly left her cheeks, and her eyes looked into mine wistfully.
“You–you are still searching for it?”
“Of course I am!” I answered almost gruffly.
“I did not know. You have not written,” she said quietly.
“If I have not written,” I answered, “it is because there was nothing to write about.”
“Nothing to write about, Dick?” She smiled dreamily.
“Not worth mentioning, Jacqueline.”
“Then you are still in the dark?”
“Absolutely.”