“I’ll have a wash too,” he said. “Phew! It’s running off me.”
O’Brien stepped back, and without appearing to do so, forced Conrad away from the shower curtains.
“Think it’s going on all night?” he asked as he began to dry his hands on a towel. He tried very hard to speak casually, but Conrad again caught the overtones of uneasiness in O’Brien’s voice.
“I shouldn’t be surprised.” He took the towel from O’Brien. Glancing up, his eyes took in the bathroom window. “I’ve been wondering if I should put a second bar up there.”
O’Brien had to make an effort to keep his eyes from straying towards the shower curtains.
“Think anyone could squeeze through that?” he said, trying to sound scornful. “Why, it’s impossible.”
Conrad wandered to the door.
“I guess that’s right.” He moved out into the passage. “Okay, Weiner. Go ahead.”
Pete entered the bathroom.
As O’Brien pushed past him, their eyes met and Pete received a shock. What was the matter with the guy? he wondered. He looked like he had seen a ghost.