“Well,” Clancy snarled at Bogle, “what have you got to say? Did you see this guy turn into a sausage?”
Bogle looked at me and then at Clancy, “I told you he was trying to gum up the works,” he said. “I didn’t see any of that stuff, because it just didn’t happen.”
I half rose from my seat, “Why, you dirty heel!” I said furiously, “you know as well as I do it’s all true!”
“Like hell it is!” Clancy suddenly roared. “I’ve had enough of this, Millan. You either talk turkey or you’ll come down to headquarters.”
“But, I tell you…” I began.
“Okay,” Clancy said, getting to his feet, “come on, the pair of you. I’ve had all I can stand of this. We’ll see what the chief’s got to say.”
I looked at Bogle, “So that’s the way you’re going to play it.”
Bogle’s face twitched, “She’s going to pay for this,” he said viciously, “and you’re not talking her way out of it. If these flatfeet don’t pin it on her, then I’ll fix her, but she don’t knock Doc off without footin’ the bill.”
“Who are you calling a flatfoot?” Clancy demanded angrily.
Bogle sneered, “What makes you think you’re anything but a fallen arch?” he demanded. Before Clancy could come back on this the wagon rolled up to take Doc away.