"I dunno."
"I wouldn't stand for it," said Dyker.
"If you had my job you might have to."
There was another pause. The long fingers of O'Malley tapped gently on the table. Dyker shifted uneasily in his seat.
"I wouldn't stand for it a minute!" he at last broke forth. "And what's more, you can have her up for something worse than the disorderly-house charge. She has one kidnapped girl in her house now, and I've got another that escaped from her, and who's ready to testify."
An instant later he was sorry that he had spoken so readily.
O'Malley tilted back against the wall until the front legs of his chair rose six inches from the floor. He blew an easy ring of smoke.
"You seem to have come here with your case all prepared," he remarked.
Wesley flushed and stammered.
"You see," he began, "I mean that I got hot at this, and I said to myself that it was only right to let you know this woman wasn't to be depended upon."