"Oh, good morning, sheriff!" she said, and smiled.
The sheriff was disconcerted for an instant, but composure returned to him quickly.
"We are only a block from the jail, and my office," he said. "I want to talk to you there. Shall we walk, or shall I call a cab and charge it to the county?"
There was a certain meaning to the last sentence, but she did not seem to realize it.
"I should be charmed to talk to you," she said, "but I have some shopping to do this morning."
"Your shopping will have to wait, young woman. This is a serious business."
"Why, what can you mean?" she asked.
"Either you walk along with me to my office, or you go as a prisoner!"
"Are you insane? Arrest me?"
"In a minute!" said Sheriff Kowen.