"I beg your pardon," he repeated awkwardly.
Dollie looked up with tear-stained, pleading eyes, then arose and placed both her hands on Hatch's arm. It was a pitiful, helpless sort of a gesture; Hatch shuddered with sheer delight.
"I don't know how you found out about it," she said tremulously, "but, if you've come to arrest me, I'm ready to go with you."
"Arrest you?" gasped the reporter.
"Certainly. I'll go and be locked up. That's what they do, isn't it?" she questioned innocently.
The reporter stared.
"I wouldn't arrest you for a million dollars!" he stammered in dire confusion. "It wasn't quite that. It was——"
And five minutes later Hutchinson Hatch found himself wandering aimlessly up and down the sidewalk.