“It’s late enough for me, Sam. See you tomorrow.”
“That’s right.”
Joe the doorman opened the door and stood aside.
“Good night, Miss Carson.”
“So long, Joe.”
They stepped into the still, hot night.
“It’s like an oven isn’t it?” Fay said, linking her arm through Ken’s.
They walked down the alley to the main street and paused to look for a taxi.
“One will be along in a moment,” Fay said, opened her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes. She offered one to Ken, and they both lit up.
Ken glanced across the road as he noticed a man come out of an opposite alley. He had a brief glimpse of him before the man stopped abruptly, moved quickly out of the rays of a street light into the shadows: a tall, thin, blond man not wearing a hat, young and from what Ken saw of him, good looking.