"Eloped with her?" Dick repeated. "She is not at home?"
"No. She's been missing since Thursday evening—the evening of the Randolph affair. Mr. Greyton has asked the police to look for her, and they are doing so now, but quietly. It is not known to the newspapers—that is, to other newspapers. Your name has not been mentioned to the police. Now, isn't it a fact that you did intend to elope with her on Thursday evening?"
Dick strode feverishly across the room several times, then stopped in front of Hatch's chair.
"This isn't any silly joke?" he asked fiercely.
"Isn't it a fact that you did intend to elope with her on Thursday evening?" the reporter went on steadily.
"I won't answer that question."
"Did you get an invitation to the Randolph ball?"
"Yes."
"Did you go?"
Dick was staring straight down into his eyes.