“Of course not. Why should I?”
“Then how do you account for the fact that you were seen riding a horse into the park during that period, and Safford, on another horse, was with you, and Safford has admitted it?”
“Count ten,” I snapped at her, “before you answer. Or even a hun—”
“Shut up,” Purley snarled. “How do you account for it, Miss Rooney? You must have figured this might come and got something ready for it. What’s the answer?”
Audrey had left her perch on the desk to get on her feet and face the pursuer. “Maybe,” she suggested, “someone couldn’t see straight. Who says he saw us?”
“Okay.” Purley hauled a paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He looked at me. “We’re careful about these little details when that fat boss of yours has got his nose in.” He held the paper so Audrey could see it. “This is a warrant for your arrest as a material witness. Your friend Safford wanted to read his clear through. Do you?”
She ignored his generous offer. “What does it mean?” she demanded.
“It means you’re going to ride downtown with me.”
“It also means—” I began.
“Shut up.” Purley moved a step. His hand started for her elbow, but didn’t reach it, for she drew back and then turned and was on her way. He followed and was at her heels as she went out the door. Apparently she thought she had found a way to get to see her Wayne.