There was a pause, then the door jerked open. He found himself staring at the tall, willowy blonde he had seen at the Blue Rose nightclub. She had on a magenta coloured silk shirt and a pair of black slacks. Her face was pale and her great green eyes glittered.
“What is it?” she said. “What has happened to Johnny?”
“He is in trouble,” Ken said. “He asked me to come and see you.”
He wasn’t sure if she had recognized him or not. Her face was expressionless as she stood aside.
“You’d better come in.”
He followed her into the luxuriously furnished sitting-room.
“Sit down,” she said curtly. “Now what is all this?”
“The police are looking for your brother. He shot a policeman,” Ken said, sitting down.
“Shot a policeman?” Gilda repeated, her face tightening. “He — he hasn’t killed him?”
“I don’t know. Your brother was hurt. He was shot in the arm.”