“Sit down!” Thundered the sergeant.
Morris clenched his jaw and lowered back down into the seat.
“You deny these allegations?”
Morris was not by any means a Pollyanna, but he wasn’t a crook or liar either. He clenched his hands on the arms of the chair and resisted the adrenaline that urged his muscles to thrust him across the desk and attack. “I ain’t harborin’ no one.”
The sergeant looked unimpressed, turned a page in the file. “Miss Matilda Hornwasher. Does that jog your memory?”
“I’ve never heard that name in my life!”
The officer sighed with impatience. “If you come clean, the penalty will be less.”
“But I’ve never heard of a Matilda, whatever you said her name was!” Morris said in earnest.
“I have several accounts of you being with a woman that fit her description.”
“What
