Mamie Blanchard sat back and smiled at the official on the other side of the desk.
"So that's the way of it!" Kowen said. "You'll stick to that story, will you, because nobody else heard what you said yesterday? Woman detective! You know what you came in here for yesterday—to carry out the orders of the Black Star, help frame up that gambling-house deal"
"Really, I do not care to listen to any more such talk!" Mamie Blanchard told him. "I am living with my mother at a respectable private hotel"
"And your brother, the one who was going to the dogs?"
"Oh, I have no brother! You must be mistaken, sir!"
"You told me yesterday"
"Really, you are mistaken. You are confusing my conversation with that of some other person, surely. Brother? Oh, no, sir!"
Sheriff Kowen stared at her. "You are a wonder," he said, "but I am afraid that you can't get away with it. The best thing for you will be tell me all you know about the Black Star, where his headquarters are located, and what he has planned to do. Do that—and do it right—and I may forget all about what happened yesterday."
"But I do not understand you! How should I know anything about that notorious criminal."
"Want me to throw you into that empty cell?"
"You dare!" she said, indignantly. "My people have money, sir, and I can promise you a damage suit that will give you food for thought! Are you not ridiculous enough in the eyes of the public already?"
