“Is this it ?” he said, staring up at the building.
“It’s down this alley,” Fay said, slipping her arm through his. “You needn’t be scared you’ll meet anyone you know. The members are strictly limited, and they don’t come from your part of the world.”
Ken followed her down the narrow alley. At the end of it was a heavy oak door with a judas window. Over the door, fashioned cleverly from neon tubes was a big blue rose. Its blue light reflected faintly on the gleaming brass of the door’s fitments.
Fay touched a bell-push by the side of the door.
They stood, side by side, waiting.
Away in the far distance came a rumble of thunder.
“Hear that?” Ken said.
“I’ve been expecting a storm all the evening. Let’s hope it cools the air.”
The judas window slid back and a white thin face with hard expressionless eyes appeared for a brief moment, then the door opened.
“Evening, Miss Carson.”