He practically dragged Tony into the tonneau and the car raced away. Arrived at the bureau, the whole party, with Tony in the center, ascended to one of the "conference rooms" on the second floor.
"I s'pose you heard about Al Spingola bein' bumped off last night," said the man who appeared to be the leader of the party.
"Yes," assented Tony, not to be outdone. "I read it in the morning paper."
The half dozen men laughed nastily.
"The hell you did!" said the first one. "You knew all about it a long time before that. Because you killed Al Spingola."
"Has the heat gone to your head?" demanded Tony coolly.
"Don't try to stall or it'll go hard with you. We know all about it. C'mon now and spill it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," retorted Tony as if greatly bored by the proceedings.
"Oh, you're goin' to be tough, eh?"
"No. Just truthful."
"Where were you last night from twelve to three o'clock?"
"Home in bed."
"Can you prove it?"
