“Oh, he went away. He wasn’t the type to stick at anything for long.”
Ken felt instinctively that this was a sore point with her, and he changed the subject.
“Who’s the fat man who lives in the apartment below yours? The one with the Pekinese ?”
She turned her head sharply to look at him.
“Did you see him, then?”
“I met him on the stairs.”
Fay made a little grimace.
“He’s a horrible little louse. No one knows what he does for a living. His name’s Raphael Sweeting, believe it or not. He’s always stopping me on the stairs. He uses that lap dog of his as an excuse to talk.”
The cab slowed down and pulled up outside a tall, dark building.
They got out of the cab, and Ken paid off the driver.