“I know,” she murmured; “but—there was a time——”
What did she mean? She stopped short, forced a laugh, said “good-by,” and turned to Dick.
“Good-by, Dick,” she said, offering her hand. “I hope you make the ball-team this spring.”
He actually seemed to hesitate about accepting her hand, but it was only for a fraction of a second. Then he bent low over her fingers, his hat lifted, murmuring something polite—but frigid.
Inza hastened to the stranger, took his arm, and accompanied him westward along Twenty-third Street.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MYSTERIOUS LITTLE STICK.
“Well,” said Starbright grimly, “what do you think about it now?”
“Just what I thought before,” answered Frank calmly.
Dick seemed astonished.