"I was looking for that," Randy said, and held out his hand for the fan.
But Dalton did not give it to him. "She knows I have it."
"How could she know?" Randy demanded; "she dropped it from the balcony."
"And I was under the balcony"—George's laugh was tantalizing,—"a patient Romeo."
"You picked it up."
"I picked it up. And she knew that I did. Didn't she tell you?"
She had not told him. He remembered now her unwillingness to have him search for it.
He had no answer for George. But again he held out his hand.
"She will be glad to get it. Will you give it to me?"
"She told me I might—keep it."