“He seemed in a hurry. He nearly knocked me over. He was tall, dark and good-looking. I thought he might like to have a drink.” She gave Donovan a little leer. “You know how it is…”
“Never mind that,” Donovan said curtly. “How was he dressed?”
“He had on a light-grey suit and a grey hat.”
“Would you know him again?”
“I think so, but he didn’t look like a killer.”
“They never do. How old would he be ?”
“About thirty.”
Donovan grimaced. He remembered the cleaner woman had told him Fay specialized in old guys.
“Can’t you tell me anything else about him ?”
“Well, I asked him to have a drink, and he said he was in a hurry. He pushed me aside and ran into the street.”