“So that’s what it was!” exclaimed Patricia. “I should have known.”
“You’re a reporter,” said Jack accusingly. “For the love of Pete don’t put us in the paper. We—”
“Now listen, Bozo,” interrupted Craig Denton, “don’t kid yourself that nobody will know this story unless he reads it in the paper. One of your own fellows stopped in at the office before I came over here to say that a couple of college students had just been taken into the police station. That’s how I happened to breeze in so early, Mac.”
“What did he look like?” demanded Jack.
“Big blond; jaw sticks out like this; little bits of eyes.”
“Tut!” breathed Patricia.
“How the devil did he get hold of it?” exploded Jack.
“Saw you brought in,” replied Craig, as he held the door open for them. “I’m taking these birds home, Mac,” he called to the sergeant. “So you see,” he continued, as they were out on the street, “you’d better let us present the story truthfully. It’s the best way.”
“Of course,” replied Jack, ruefully, “you have us at your mercy.”
“What did the troopers look like?” asked Craig.