He called, “Come here.”
Sadie came in. “Yes?” she said.
Grantham stared at her and then went pale. He recognized her at once. He’d been wondering where the hell she had got to. Carrie had been sent to Kansas City, and he had lost track of her. He had made efforts to trace her as he knew Sadie would be with her, and he’d failed.
Sadie looked at him, recognized him as the man who got her into this trouble, and flinched away from him.
Raven noticed the changes in their expressions.
He said to her roughly, “Get out!” And when she had gone he turned on Grantham. “You know her?”
Grantham wondered if this was a trap. He eased his collar with a limp finger. “Yeah,” he said, “she was one of the first girls I shanghaied.”
Raven nodded. “That’s right,” he said; “I found her at the nigger’s house. She’s got reason to hate you, hasn’t she?” and he laughed.
Grantham was very uneasy. He wasn’t sure how much Raven knew. If Raven had an inkling that Sadie could name him as Mendetta’s killer, surely he wouldn’t have her around? He was so bewildered that he wanted to get away and think about it. He moved to the door. “So you think Ellinger can be taken care of?” he said.
Raven studied his nails. “Why not?” he said, pulling his dressing−gown cord tighter round his waist.