"Apples?" repeated Haggerty. "Couldn't you have sent a servant for them?"
She did not reply.
"You were with this clever gentleman in the cellars. You may or may not be acquainted with him. I do not wish to do anything hasty in regard to yourself, but your position is rather equivocal. Produce your card and be identified—if you really can."
"I refuse!"
"Then I shall ask you to accompany us to the room up stairs till the police-patrol arrives."
"I will go,"—quietly.
"Nonsense!" I objected. "On my word of honor, I do not know this lady. Our presence in the cellar was perfectly harmless. There is no valid reason for detaining her. It is an outrage!"
"I am not going to stand here arguing with you," said Haggerty. "Let the lady produce her card; let her disclose her identity. That is simple enough."
"I have already given you my determination on that subject," replied the girl. "I can very well explain my presence here, but I absolutely decline to explain it to the police."
I didn't understand her at all. She had said that she possessed an alibi. Why didn't she produce it?