Fendrick nodded. “You’re wiser there. She wouldn’t be safe, not if a certain man happened to hear what you’ve just told me.”
“I didn’t say she, Cass.”
“No, I said it. Your witness is Mrs. Wylie.”
“Maybe, then, you can guess the criminal, too.”
“Maybe I could, but I’m not going to try.”
“Then we’ll drop that subject. I’ll ask you a question. Can you tell me where I can find a paroled convict named Blackwell?”
Fendrick shook his head. “Don’t know the gentleman. A friend of yours?”
“One of yours. Better come through, Cass. I’m satisfied you weren’t actually in this robbery, but there is such a thing as accessory after the fact. Now, I’m going to get that man. If you want to put yourself right, it’s up to you to give me the information I want. Where is he?”
“Haven’t got him in my pocket.”
The officer rose, not one whit less amiable. “I didn’t expect you to tell me. That’s all right. I’ll find him. But in the meantime I’ll have to lock you up till this thing is settled.”