'Is that all?' he asked politely. 'Yes,' said the voice. 'Here.' There was a sigh, a pop. The back door of the police car sprang wide. 'Get in.' 'Wait a minute, I haven't done anything!' 'Get in.' 'I protest!' 'Mr. Mead.' . As he passed the front window of the car he looked in. 'Get in.' He put his hand to the door and peered into the back seat, which was a little cell, a little black jail with bars. It smelled of riveted steel. It smelled of harsh anti¬septic; it smelled too clean and hard and . There was nothing soft there. 'Now if you had a wife to give you an alibi,' said the iron voice. 'But - ' 'Where are you taking me?' The car hesitated, or rather gave a faint whirring click, as if information, somewhere, was dropping card by punch-slotted card under electric eyes. He got in. The door shut with a soft thud. The police car rolled through the night avenues, flashing its dim lights ahead. The car moved down the empty river- bed streets and off away, leaving the empty
'Is that all?' he asked politely. 'Yes,' said the voice. 'Here.' There was a sigh, a pop. The back door of the police car sprang wide. 'Get in.' 'Wait a minute, I haven't done anything!' 'Get in.' 'I protest!' 'Mr. Mead.' . As he passed the front window of the car he looked in. 'Get in.' He put his hand to the door and peered into the back seat, which was a little cell, a little black jail with bars. It smelled of riveted steel. It smelled of harsh anti¬septic; it smelled too clean and hard and . There was nothing soft there. 'Now if you had a wife to give you an alibi,' said the iron voice. 'But - ' 'Where are you taking me?' The car hesitated, or rather gave a faint whirring click, as if information, somewhere, was dropping card by punch-slotted card under electric eyes. He got in. The door shut with a soft thud. The police car rolled through the night avenues, flashing its dim lights ahead. The car moved down the empty river- bed streets and off away, leaving the empty
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