Ken began to breathe again.
“I should have thought it was damned risky to go to a place like that in daylight.”
“Nothing to worry about at all. There’s a parking lot not far from the house, and the street is screened by trees,” Parker said airily. “You should try it one day, if you haven’t tried it already, you sly dog.”
“Keep your mind on your driving,” Ken said, his voice sharp. “You nearly hit that truck.”
II
Soon after half-past ten, when the first rush of business over, Parker closed his till, and giving Ken a wink, said he was going to call Fay.
“Shan’t be five minutes. Keep an eye on things for me.”
Ken watched him cross the hall of the bank to a pay booth installed for the customers’ convenience.
Ken’s heart beat violently as he watched Parker shut himself in the booth. He waited while minutes dragged by, then the booth door opened and Parker came out.
Parker had lost his cocky, leering expression. He looked white and flustered, and he hurried across the hall as if anxious to gain sanctuary behind the grill protecting his till.