"You'll have a chance to refute the story before a judge and jury," Nick curtly answered. "At present you are in my custody, however, and you must go with me."
Cervera rose to her feet, trembling visibly, and gripped the back of her chair as if for support.
"There must be some terrible mistake, Detective Carter," she now cried, with well-feigned distress and alarm. "Surely you do not mean this, sir? Surely you do but jest?"
"On the contrary, señora, I mean every word that I have said."
"That I am under arrest?"
"Yes."
"And must go with you?"
"Precisely."
"To the Tombs?"
"To the Tombs, señora."