“For heaven’s sake!” Gilda said impatiently. “Can’t you tell me what happened?”
“I’m trying to. Perhaps I’d better begin at the beginning…”
While he was speaking, she was staring at him, her eyes puzzled.
“You say my brother shot a policeman and he is hurt?” she said. “When did this happen?”
“About a couple of hours ago.”
“Oh, I see.” She looked at the creased envelope that Johnny had given Ken. “How did you get hold of this?”
“Your brother gave it to me. He said you would know I came from him.”
“He just says I should help you. He doesn’t say anything about being hurt.”
“He couldn’t write well. His arm hurt him.”
She studied him, her eyes angry and suspicious.