‘It’s on the bed by your side.’ She didn’t look in his direction, but continued to stare down into the street, as if what she saw there held her with an irresistible fascination.
Feverishly he groped over the crumpled coverlet. His fingers closed round the butt of the Colt. He managed to lift it, but the effort made him pant.
‘You’d better get out,’ he said. ‘Go and tel them I’m here if you want to. They won’t get me alive.’
This time she turned her head and looked in his direction, although he knew she couldn’t see him in the dark.
‘They may not come here,’ she said. ‘If they do, I can tel them I haven’t seen you. They wouldn’t force their way in here, would they?’
For a moment he couldn’t believe he had heard aright.
‘Of course they would. They won’t take your word. Besides, I left blood in the passage. They’l find that.’
‘I’ve cleaned it up,’ she said simply. ‘It didn’t take long.’
Again he had a feeling he was dreaming this, and he peered at her, trying to see through the darkness.
‘You cleaned it up?’ His voice revealed his suspicious surprise. ‘Why? What’s your game? Don’t you know you’l get into trouble if they find out?’