Diane accepted the hat without a word. She looked around cautiously. Where did the bats go?
Finally she turned to him and whispered with urgency, “What are you doing here, Mark? You could have been seen!”
“What?” Mark tensed and whispered back.
She raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Oh, you mean that.” He gave a careless shrug, relieved. “I don’t think so,” he said.
Diane raised her eyebrow again, as if to say, “Then why are you here?”
“Uh,” said Mark, blushing slightly. He did not want to admit that he had chickened out and abandoned his own job. But somehow he had a feeling that Diane always knew anyway.
Diane gave him a long look but said no more about it. She got down to the business.
“Look,” she said quietly, and brushed off the dust from the hat. “I have found a few clues about our thief. Or thieves. In fact, I have seen him. Or her. But…”