Dick glared at him savagely.
"You know she didn't take the plate?" he demanded.
"Certainly," replied the reporter. "That's what makes it all the more astonishing. I talked to her this afternoon, and when I finished she seemed to think I had come to arrest her, and she wanted to go to jail. I nearly fainted."
Dick glared incredulously, then resumed his nervous pacing. Suddenly he stopped.
"Did she mention my name?"
"I mentioned it. She wouldn't admit even that she knew you."
There was a pause.
"I don't blame her," Dick remarked enigmatically. "She must think me a cad."
Another pause.
"Well, what about it all, anyhow?" Dick went on finally. "The plate has been returned, therefore the matter is at an end."