“What the hell are you doing here?” O’Brien rasped.
“Holland’s here, isn’t he?” Adams said mildly.
“How do you know?”
“I got a message.”
O’Brien stood aside.
“You’d better come in and take charge of him.”
Adams walked into the sitting-room, looked at the gun in Gilda’s hand, then at Ken. He gave Ken a sly wink.
“This is the man who killed Fay Carson,” O’Brien said. “Charge him and take him away.”
Adams shook his head.
“He didn’t kill her,” he said.