“I can’t afford to be fussy. The offer still stands.”
Adams joined her at the door.
“When did Yarde go out?”
“Last night. Is he in trouble?”
“Not that I know of. What time last night?”
“About eight. Are you coming in or are you just wasting my time?”
“I told you I was a police officer,” Adams said patiently. “You are giving me evidence for an arrest.”
The girl giggled.
“Funny man! Didn’t anyone tell you this joint’s got protection?” She made a face at him and closed the door.
Adams scratched his chin thoughtfully, then moved back to room 10, turned the handle of the door and pushed speculatively. To his surprise the door swung open. He put his hand on the inside wall and groped for the light switch, found it and turned it down.