"I don't know. Maybe. But Brady said that even if I were telling the truth they'd have to take all the money away from me."
"I don't care about the money," Irene said. "All I care about is getting you out of this horrible place."
Suddenly, a door opened at the far end of the corridor, and there were more footsteps. It was Brady and Brown, followed by a man Peter had never seen before.
The stranger was saying: "—after all, it's only fair that my client be allowed to prove his story, no matter how fantastic it is."
"He'll get a chance," Brady said sharply.
The stranger turned out to be Q. Bertram Leslie, the lawyer that Irene had engaged.
"All right," Brown said to the guard, "let him out. We'll take over." Then he looked at Peter. "We're going up to your office, Merton, to give you a chance to prove this screwy story you've been telling us about a time machine. I know it's going to be a waste of time, but justice is justice. Come along."
It was after six o'clock when they arrived at the offices of Crabley & Company, and the office suite was deserted. Irene let the officers in with a key, and they went back to Peter's private office.
"Okay," said Brady, "there is your magic safe; do your stuff."