“Hello, Miss Rooney. Looking for me?”
XI
Annie Audrey was all dressed up in a neat brown wool dress with red threads showing on it in little knots, but she didn’t look pleased with herself or with anyone else. You wouldn’t think a face with all that pink skin could look so sour. With no greeting, not even a nod, she demanded as she approached, “How do you get to see a man that’s been arrested?”
“That depends,” I told her. “Don’t snap at me like that. I didn’t arrest him. Who do you want to see, Broadyke?”
“No.” She dropped onto a chair as if she needed support quick. “Wayne Safford.”
“Arrested what for?”
“I don’t know. I saw him at the stable this morning and then I went downtown to see about a job. A while ago I phoned Lucy, my best friend here, and she told me there was talk about Vic Talbott selling those designs to Broadyke, so I came to find out what was happening and when I learned that Talbott and Pohl had both been arrested I phoned Wayne to tell him about it, and the man there answered and said a policeman had come and taken Wayne with him.”
“For why?”
“The man didn’t know. How do I get to see him?”
“You probably don’t.”