A minute or two later “the chief” strode in. McCullagh was his name and he was huge and burly, with a red face and a protruding jaw. He went at Samuel as if he meant to strike him. “What's this you're givin' us?” he cried.
“Why—why—” stammered Samuel, in alarm.
“You're tryin' to tell me that girl came from Lockman's?” roared the chief.
“Yes, sir!”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“It's true, sir!”
“What're you tryin' to give me, anyhow?” demanded the man.
“But it's true, sir!” declared Samuel again.
“You tell me she was there at dinner?”
“Yes, sir!”