“Isn’t that the Police Headquarters?” she asked.
Fowle chuckled, whereupon Clancy said pleasantly:
“Yes. One man here seems to know the address quite intimately. But that fact need not set your heart fluttering. The chief of the Detective Bureau wishes to put a few questions. That is all.”
“Questions about what?”
Winifred’s natural dignity came to her aid. She refused to have this grave matter treated as a joke.
“Take my advice, Miss Bartlett, and don’t discuss things further until you have met Mr. Steingall,” said Clancy.
“But I have never even heard of Mr. Steingall,” she protested. “What right have you or he to take me away from my work to a police-station? What wrong have I done to any one?”
“None, I believe.”
“Surely I have a right to some explanation.”