’Well, what have you got?” Adams asked, opening his eyes. Donovan was having to make an effort to suppress his excitement.
“A description of a guy who could have done it,” he said. “He was seen leaving the building around two o’clock and he was in a hurry.”
“Most guys would be in a hurry to leave this joint,” Adams said.
“I’ve checked back. None of the girls had a guy with them last night answering this one’s description. That must mean he came to see Carson. Doc say when she died?”
“Around half-past one.”
“Then he could have done it.”
“Doesn’t follow. He might have come up here, found her dead, and got out in a hurry.”
A soft buzzing noise made both men look up. The sound came from the telephone bell. Donovan went over to the bell and stared at it.
“Look at this: someone’s deadened the bell.”
Adams picked up the receiver.