What had he done with the registration book he had taken from the car attendant’s hut?
He turned hot, then cold when he realized he had no idea what had become of the book. Until this moment he had completely forgotten about it.
He remembered slipping it into his hip pocket while he talked to the car attendant, but after that he had no recollection of what he had done with it.
It hadn’t been in the suit. Before he had taken the suit back to Gaza’s store, he had gone through the pockets most carefully.
Then where was it?
Had he dropped it in the street?
If it were found it would be recognized. The owner of every car entered in the book would be investigated, and his car number was in the book!
He looked around wildly. If he had dropped it somewhere in the bungalow, Carrie might have found it and put it away as she put everything away.
He began a feverish and futile search.
It was growing dark by the time he satisfied himself the book wasn’t in the bungalow. He was in a panic as he stood staring around the now disordered lounge.