The Chase of the Golden Plate Part 16

"No. Why?"

"She returned to the Greytons last night."

"Returned to the----" and d.i.c.k 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.

d.i.c.k 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."

d.i.c.k 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 astonis.h.i.+ng. 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."

d.i.c.k 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," d.i.c.k remarked enigmatically. "She must think me a cad."

Another pause.

"Well, what about it all, anyhow?" d.i.c.k went on finally. "The plate has been returned, therefore the matter is at an end."

"Now look here, d.i.c.k," said Hatch. "I want to say something, and don't go crazy, please, until I finish. I know an awful lot about this affair--things the police never will know. I haven't printed anything much for obvious reasons."

d.i.c.k looked at him apprehensively.

"Go on," he urged.

"I could print things I know," the reporter resumed; "swear out a warrant for you in connection with the gold plate affair and have you arrested and convicted on your own statements, supplemented by those of Miss Meredith. Yet, remember, please, neither your name nor hers has been mentioned as yet."

d.i.c.k took it calmly; he only stared.

"Do you believe that I stole the plate?" he asked.

"Certainly I do not," replied Hatch, "but I can prove that you _did_; prove it to the satisfaction of any jury in the world, and no denial of yours would have any effect."

"Well?" asked d.i.c.k, after a moment.

"Further, I can, on information in my possession, swear out a warrant for Miss Meredith, prove she was in the automobile, and convict her as your accomplice. Now that's a silly state of affairs, isn't it?"

"But, man, you can't believe that she had anything to do with it!

She's--she's not that kind."

"I could take oath that she didn't have anything to do with it, but all the same I can prove that she did," replied Hatch. "Now what I am getting at is this: if the police should happen to find out what I know they would send you up--both of you."

"Well, you are decent about it, old man, and I appreciate it," said d.i.c.k warmly. "But what can we do?"

"It behoves us--Miss Meredith and you and myself--to get the true facts in the case all together before you get pinched," said the reporter judicially. "Suppose now, just suppose, that we three get together and tell each other the truth for a change, the whole truth, and see what will happen?"

"If I should tell you the truth," said d.i.c.k dispa.s.sionately, "it would bring everlasting disgrace on Miss Meredith, and I'd be a beast for doing it; if she told you the truth she would unquestionably send me to prison for theft."

"But here----" Hatch expostulated.

"Just a minute!" d.i.c.k disappeared into another room, leaving the reporter to chew on what he had, then returned in a little while, dressed for the street. "Now, Hatch," he said, "I'm going to try to get to Miss Meredith, but I don't believe she'll see me. If she will, I may be able to explain several things that will clear up this affair in _your_ mind, at any rate. If I don't see her---- By the way, did her father arrive from Baltimore?"

"Yes."

"Good!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "I'll see him, too--make a show-down of it, and when it's all over I'll let you know what happened."

[Ill.u.s.tration]

Hatch went back to his shop and threatened to kick the office-boy into the waste-basket.

At just about that moment Mr. Meredith, in the Greyton home, was reading a card on which appeared the name, "Mr. Richard Hamilton Herbert."

Having read it, he snorted his indignation and went into the reception-room. d.i.c.k arose to greet him and offered a hand, which was promptly declined.

"I'd like to ask you, Mr. Meredith," d.i.c.k began with a certain steely coldness in his manner, "just why you object to my attention to your daughter, Dorothy?"

"You know well enough!" raged the old man.

"It is because of the trouble I had in Harvard with your son, Harry.

Well and good, but is that all? Is that to stand forever?"

"You proved then that you were not a gentleman," declared the old man savagely. "You're a puppy, sir."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Mr. Meredith ... was reading a card on which appeared the name 'Mr. Richard Hamilton Herbert'"]

"If you didn't happen to be the father of the girl I'm in love with I'd poke you in the nose," d.i.c.k replied, almost cheerfully. "Where is your son now? Is there no way I can place myself right in your eyes?"

"No!" Mr. Meredith thundered. "An apology would only be a confession of your dishonour!"

d.i.c.k was nearly choking, but managed to keep his voice down.

"Does your daughter know anything of that affair?"