"But, miss. You caught him for us. The reward is yours. Don't you want the reward?"
"No, please. Not if I'll have to identify myself."
"Afraid you will. There's no identification on her, Captain. Can you tie it?"
"I can't tie it," said the captain. "No one could tie it."
"We have the whole story, miss. All but you. Who you are, how you happened to find him. Fingerprints don't match any in Washington, miss. We've already checked. You won't tell us your name. Description doesn't match any missing persons. Have a heart, miss."
"I haven't done anything, have I?"
No, she hadn't done anything.
"Then just let me go. Please?" She had to hurry. Driving fast, she could just make it back home in time for the peddler. She had to make it. If she did not, the peddler would assume she wanted the adventure-procuring face and body of Jeanne-Marie all her life....
"We'll have to insist on your name and address. We'll have to insist on a routine investigation of you, to close out the case, you understand."
"Really, I'll have to be going."