"Who was it?" Brennan asked.
"Miss Consuello Carrillo," John answered, puzzled by this cross-examination.
"Good!" exclaimed Brennan, sliding from his perch on the desk and seizing a telephone book.
"How did you happen to know who it was with Gibson?" asked P. Q., as Brennan disappeared into a telephone booth.
"I—I—met her," John said, his puzzled feeling turning to astonishment.
"Well, well, you WERE mixing in, weren't you?" P. Q. smiled. "Gibson was appointed police commissioner a few hours ago. He's a good man for you to know, because if we're not mistaken he's going to start something that will keep him on the front page for some time to come."
Brennan came hustling out of the phone booth.
"She asked if you were here—wants to speak to you," he said.
"To me? Who?" asked John.