“You’re coming with us!” he ordered sharply.
Battered and frightened by the force of the wind, Celeste, surprisingly, made no protest. Clutching the big Zudi drum, she allowed Jerry and Penny to pull her into the shelter of the car.
“Where is Antón?” the reporter demanded.
Celeste’s answer was a shrug. She gazed toward the mansion grounds, and ignored the pair.
Jerry drove on. He glanced significantly at Penny who guessed that he intended to take Celeste directly to the police station.
However, as they approached the downtown section, the wind blew with even greater power. Not a vehicle was to be seen on the streets. The Star building loomed up, but the police station was six blocks away.
“We can’t make it,” Jerry decided. “I’m turning in here.”
One of the double doors of the Star garage, where trucks were usually loaded with their papers, stood open. He drove inside, pulling up near the entrance to the newspaper pressroom on the ground floor.
Celeste stirred to life, and made a move to get out of the car.
“Oh, no you don’t!” said Jerry, pushing her back. “You and that drum stay with us.”