"Robert Forrester?"
"Yes, how did you guess?"
A wicked little smile stole over the girl's face. "You are the last person I should expect to see here," she declared.
"Why?" queried Forrester.
"I understood you were scared to death," she returned.
"That damned reporter again!" burst out Forrester, clenching his hands. "Wait until I get within reach of him!"
"My, how savage you are!" exclaimed the girl, with mock severity. But Forrester saw that her eyes twinkled.
"You will pardon my strong language," he said, "but this is not the first time that article has made me look foolish."
"Oh, then you're not really frightened?" she inquired, her eyes still flashing with humor.
Forrester opened his mouth as if to speak, but words failed him, and the girl threw back her head and laughed.