"The return of the gold plate, yes," and Dick passed a hand across his fevered brow. "It makes me dizzy."
"Heard anything from Miss Meredith?"
"No. Why?"
"She returned to the Greytons last night."
"Returned to the——" and Dick started up suddenly. "Well, there's no reason why she shouldn't have," he added. "Do you happen to know where she was?"
The reporter shook his head.
"I don't know anything," he said wearily, "except——" he paused.
Dick paced back and forth across the room several times with one hand pressed to his forehead. Suddenly he turned on his visitor.
"Except what?" he demanded.
"Except that Miss Meredith, by action and word, has convinced me that she either had a hand in the disappearance of the Randolph plate or else knows who was the cause of its disappearance."