“He told you to go out to dinner with me and get a story,” I said. “That shows a nose for news.”
She said, “I’m glad you reminded me of my duty. How about that story?”
“No,” I said, “if your uncle publishes it, I’ll sue him for libel.”
“You might at least satisfy my personal curiosity.”
“I know you,” I said. “As soon as you get the story, you’ll quit stringing me along. I prefer to be strung along. Look at the way you showed me how to order dinner.”
She said, “My uncle won’t let me go out with you unless I get results.”
“That,” I admitted, “is a thought. I’ll try and think up something.”
“How did you get along with Evaline Dell’s trunk?” she asked abruptly.
I said, “Now wait a minute. One thing at a time. What’s this about Evaline Dell’s trunk?”
She said, “I have to hand it to you, Donald. You’re resourceful. We checked back on Miller Cross and Evaline Dell and found out the names and addresses were fictitious. That’s as far as we got. Naturally, we checked up on what you’d been doing.”