“I couldn’t describe them,” declared Jack emphatically.
“Nor I,” agreed Patricia. “We were too much upset to notice details.”
“I wonder,” mused the newspaper man, glancing from one to the other suspiciously; but both met his eyes with well simulated innocence.
“We’re going somewhere to eat,” announced Jack; “better come along.”
“Yes, we surely owe you something for your kind rescue,” laughed Patricia.
“There’s an old saying about two being company,” began Craig.
“Nonsense! Come along!” cried Jack, who had taken a liking to the grave youth with his keen sense of humor. “Where shall we go, Pat?”
“Wherever we won’t meet anybody we know. We’re both sketches.”
“No wonder we were regarded as suspicious characters,” agreed Jack. “Guess we’d better go downtown. Where’s a good place?” turning to the reporter. “We usually eat up on the hill.”
“The Exeter, on Field Street, is good. Got stalls; you wouldn’t be conspicuous.”