In an astonishingly short time she had got the bleeding under control and had bandaged Johnny’s arm.
“That’s fixed it,” she said as she began to clear away the blood-stained rags. “He’ll be okay now.”
Ken set down the lamp on the table. While she had been working on Johnny he had been uneasily listening to the noises going on outside. He heard police whistles, distant shouting and sirens, and he guessed the alley and the surrounding buildings were being cordoned off.
He had to get in touch with Adams.
As soon as the girl had finished clearing up, he said, “I must use the telephone. Have you got one?”
“Does it look like it?” she said impatiently. “There’s a pay boom at the end of the alley, but you’d better not use that.”
“I must get him away from here. If they found him here you’d get into trouble,” Ken said anxiously.
The girl laughed.
“Be your age, handsome,” she said. “What do I care? I’m never out of trouble.”
“But you don’t understand. He shot a policeman. He probably killed him.”