He returned to the bedroom and finished dressing. As he knotted his tie, he recalled the sound of her voice. He tried to create a mental picture of her. Was she blonde? Was she tall? She sounded young. Parker said she had everything. She must be pretty good for Parker to say that.
He slipped on his coat. Then leaving the bedroom he went into the lounge. For a long moment, he stood, hesitating.
At least I can look at the place he thought. If it isn’t much I needn’t go in. Damn it! I needn’t feel so shifty about this. It’s not as if I’m going to misbehave myself with the girl. I’ll take her to a show or a night-club.
He took out his billfold and checked his money. He noticed his hands were shaking and he grinned.
As he looked across the room to the front door, he found he couldn’t look at the silver-framed photograph of Ann which stood on the desk.
CHAPTER II
I
THERE were only four cars in the big parking lot at the corner of Lessington Avenue.
The attendant, an elderly man wearing a white overall, came out of his little hut and waved Ken to park beside a glittering Buick.
As Ken cut the engine and got out of his car, the attendant said, “Going to be long, mister?”