“And that’s what I did. And the officer there pretended to listen to me, he pretended to be agreeing with me, and then suddenly he arrested me for trying to bribe an officer; and when I indignantly denied it, as of course I did, and started to leave, he detained me by force, and he actually was going to put handcuffs on me! So I came with him, and here I am, and I hope you realize I have a complaint to make and I am making it!”
Cramer was eying her. “Did you try to bribe him?”
“No, I didn’t!”
“You didn’t offer him money?”
“No!”
Purley Stebbins permitted a low sound, half growl and half snort, to escape him. Cramer, ignoring that impertinence from a subordinate, took a deep breath and let it out again.
“Shall I take it?” Wolfe inquired.
“No, thank you,” Cramer said acidly. He was keeping his eyes at Mrs. Tillotson. “You’re making a mistake, madam,” he told her. “All these lies don’t do you any good. They just make it harder for you. Try telling the truth for a change.”
She drew herself up, but it wasn’t very impressive because she was pretty well fagged after her hard day. “You’re calling me a liar,” she accused Cramer, “and in front of witnesses.” She pointed a finger at the police stenographer. “You get that down just the way he said it!”
“He will,” Cramer assured her. “Look, Mrs. Tillotson. You admit you lied about going to see Heller until you saw it wouldn’t work, when you realized that the doorman would swear that you were there not only this morning but also previously. Now about your trying to bribe an officer. That’s a felony. If we charge you with it, and you go to trial, I can’t say who the jury will believe, you or the officer, but I know who I believe. I believe him, and you’re lying about it.”