“Hey!” Clancy said, running up to me. “You can’t do a thing like that!”
“I’d like to see you try and stop me,” I said grimly.
He looked round desperately. “You guys!” he shouted to the cringing patrolmen. “Get these two into the wagon.”
The patrolmen hesitated and then approached us warily.
“I think we’re going to have a little trouble,” I said to Myra. She lowered her feet to the ground. “Leave this to me,” she said, her eyes snapping fire, “I’ve been very good up to now. If they’re going to be nasty then I’ll be nasty, too.”
Now she was on the ground, the patrolmen seemed to regain some of their courage. They came towards us in a body.
Myra flickered her fingers at them and they suddenly paused. “It’s beginning to rain,” one of them said uneasily.
“What are you talking about?” Clancy snarled. “It doesn’t matter if it rains! Arrest that woman!”
A big Irish cop extended his hand and then went a little pale.
“Holy Moses!” he said in a strangled voice. “It’s raining in here!”