“That’s right. I’m on the top floor; only heaven is higher. Have you a car?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t leave it outside. There’s a parking lot at the corner.”
Lessington Avenue was on the other side of the town to where Ken lived. It would take him twenty minutes to get there.
“I could get over by nine,” he said.
“I’ll be waiting. You’ll find the front door open. Just walk up.”
“I’ll do that.”
“Until nine o’clock then. Good-bye for now.”
The line went dead, and he slowly replaced the receiver.
He took out his handkerchief and wiped his face. Even now he hadn’t committed himself, he thought. I needn’t go. I have still time to make up my mind.