"Not beyond what I saw in the papers. Why?"
"I'll be frank and ask you some questions, Dick," Hatch resumed in a tone which betrayed his discomfort. "Remember I am here in my official capacity—that is, not as a friend of yours, but as a reporter. You need not answer the questions if you don't want to."
Dick arose with a little agitation in his manner and went over and stood beside the window.
"What is it all about?" he demanded. "What are the questions?"
"Do you know where Miss Dorothy Meredith is?"
Dick turned suddenly and glared at him with a certain lowering of his eyebrows which Hatch knew from the football days.
"What about her?" he asked.
"Where is she?" Hatch insisted.
"At home, so far as I know. Why?"
"She is not there," the reporter informed him, "and the Greytons believe that you eloped with her."