He waited, his nerves crawling, as the bell continued to ring. It must stop soon, he thought. It can’t go on and on…
But it did go on, insistent and strident, until Ken could bear the sound no longer.
He turned on the light, blundered over to the telephone and lifted the receiver.
“Fay? This is Sam.”
Ken recognized the deep rich voice of Sam Darcy, the big negro he had met at the Blue Rose.
“Listen, honey,” Darcy went on urgently. “Johnny’s been seen in town. He’s looking for you. I got a tip-off he’s been to the Paradise Club asking for you.”
Ken held the receiver tightly against his ear, his mind bewildered.
Johnny? Who was he? Was it Johnny who had killed Fay?
“Fay?” Darcy’s voice sharpened. “Do you hear me?”
With a shaking hand, Ken replaced the receiver.