“No. It was pitch dark. I heard him cross the room and bolt downstairs, but I hadn’t a chance of seeing him.”
“You didn’t hear her cry out?”
“There was a thunderstorm on. I don’t think I should have heard her if she had cried out.”
“Hmm…” Adams crossed one leg over the other, then asked, “This fat guy with the Pekinese: is he bald with a hooked nose and pointed ears?”
Ken looked startled.
“Why, yes. That exactly describes him. Do you know him?”
“I know him,” Adams said. “You don’t have to worry about him. He won’t give you any trouble. He’s only been out of jail six months. You can forget about him.”
“You mean he was bluffing?”
“Sure,” Adams said, and took a cautious sip from his glass. “He saw you last night going up and coming down. He might have seen this other guy. Did you ask him?”
Ken shook his head.