“Which may be too late.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Mirror editor blustered. “Furthermore, I’m not interested. Get out of my way.”
Instead, Mr. Parker grasped him firmly by the arm. Cordell tried to jerk free, and in so doing, dropped his brief case, which Penny promptly seized.
“Give that to me!” the man shouted furiously.
Penny smiled, for through the plate glass window she had observed the approach of a police car. Another moment and uniformed men were swarming about Mr. Cordell.
“What is the meaning of this?” the man demanded angrily. “I’ll report you all to the Safety Director who is my friend!”
“You’ll report to him all right,” agreed Captain Bricker. “Now come along quietly. If you can answer a few questions satisfactorily, you’ll be allowed to return home.”
“What do you want to know?” Cordell asked sullenly.
“Where were you on the night of the 16th?”
“Now how should I know?” the man retorted sarcastically. “I can’t remember that far back. But probably I was home in bed.”