I felt my throat contracting:
"I know all that. I'm sorry enough—on her account——"
"Then let's get out of this," he said. "I've brought you bail. No use staying in here all night."
"None at all," I agreed. "I want to get back to the waterfront. We're going to issue an answer to this. They'll need me for the writing."
Dillon watched me a moment.
"You won't be allowed to do that," he said. "They're under martial law down there."
I looked up at him quickly:
"The troops are here?"
"Yes," he replied, and there was a pause.
"These arrests, this riot," I said a little huskily. "Weren't they all framed up ahead? They needed the riot to get in the troops."