“I didn’t think of it.”
“I’ll ask him,” Adams said grimly. “You’ve told me everything? There’s nothing else you can remember?”
“I don’t think so,” Ken said, thought for a moment, then he remembered the tall, fair man who had ducked out of sight when he and Fay had come out of the Blue Rose. “There was a guy outside the Blue Rose I noticed. He seemed anxious not to be seen. He was tall and fair and good-looking. When he saw I had spotted him, he ducked back out of sight.”
Adams frowned.
“Tall, fair and good-looking?” he asked, and he was thinking of Johnny Dorman. “Would you know him again?”
“I think so. The light wasn’t too good, but I think I would.”
“Nothing else?”
Ken shook his head.
There was a long silence, then Ken asked, “Do you believe my story, Lieutenant?”
“Sure, it hangs together and makes sense, but don’t kid yourself that puts you in the clear. You’re in a hell of a jam; a far worse jam than you imagine.”