“And the clerk tells me that I can have the authorities eject you.”
“He would say something like that.”
“That is correct, I believe.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have contacts at headquarters. A word to them, and in place of arresting me, they’d drag you down to the D.A.’s office for questioning. The newspapers would get your picture, and—”
“What do you want?”
“Just to talk with you.”
“The clerk tells me that you’re a Mrs. Cool.”
“That’s right.”