O’Brien rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“So Sam Darcy knows about Johnny and Fay?”
“He knows Johnny beat her up and threatened to kill her.”
“Do you think Johnny went to him last night? Do you think Darcy knows he’s in town?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, all right,” O’Brien said. “I now know the facts. We mustn’t make too much of this. We mustn’t jump to conclusions. Howard tells me they have a description of a man who was seen leaving Fay’s apartment about the time she died. It’s nothing like the description of Johnny.”
“I tell you Johnny didn’t do it!” she said sharply.
“I’m afraid it isn’t very important what you and I think, Gilda,” O’Brien said seriously. “The facts are he threatened to kill her before going into the home. As soon as he comes out, she’s murdered. I only hope they catch this tall, dark guy in the grey suit. If they don’t, someone may remember that Johnny could be a suspect, and because he’s your brother, they may try to make something out of it.”
“Surely the police will find this man,” Gilda said anxiously.
“I hope so.” He gave her a crooked little smile. “Let’s get our minds off this for a moment. Lunch is ready.”