"
"All right, I am in with you. I will see Cad Metti and talk the matter
over with you later on."
"I should like to meet your female pal."
During the time Wise, the great special, had been talking to Dunne a
district messenger lad had been standing near munching on a cracker
which he had taken from the free lunch table, and at the proper moment
he stepped forward and handed our hero a note.
The latter glanced at the missive and said:
"All right, lad; there is no answer."
The boy stood around and finally Dunne handed him a nickel. The boy
laughed, said "thank you," and walked away, and Dunne said:
"You have never seen Cad Metti?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Why, certainly, I'd know if I had ever seen her."
"You would?"
"Yes."
"Wise, your memory fails you."
"I've never been accused of loss of memory."
"You never have?"
"No."
"And yet you've seen Cad Metti."
"Never."
"You are sure."
"Certainly."
"You saw her once talking to me."
"Never."
"Come, come, I'll bet you a cigar."
"No use to bet; I tell you I've never seen the girl."
"Then bet."
"All right, I'll bet."
"And you've never seen her?"
"Never."
"But you did see her once, and as an old detective with his eyes always
peeping I supposed you recognized her.
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