"Do you mean that?"
"I'm in deadly earnest," he assured her, although his eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Then all I can say," exclaimed Dorothy, "is that you're one up on everybody else who is working on the case."
"How come?"
"Why? you know as well as I do that when the Packard rolled out of the alley by the bank, in all probability carrying three people and the loot, it disappeared completely. And it's stayed that way ever since, hasn't it? That's two weeks ago tonight."
"Any new clues lately?"
"Nary a one. The police traced the red-headed girl's finger prints to Sarah Martinelli, better known as Staten Island Sadie. They sent Dad her record--I saw it--believe me, that lady is a ripe egg!"
"How beautifully expressive."
Dorothy raised her eyes from her compact's tiny mirror.
"Well, she must be!--Are you trying to kid me?"