“Your time will come when you get to heaven,” Conrad said with a grin. “You’ll be given a gold-plated revolver and diamonds on your badge. Doesn’t seem to be anyone around.”
“Hey! Anyone here?” Bardin bawled in a voice that rattled the windows.
The silence that greeted his shout was as solid and as engulfing as a snowdrift, and as cold.
They exchanged glances.
“Now what?” Bardin said. “Think he’s hiding up some place?”
“Maybe he went out again.”
“That queen would have seen him go.”
“Then let’s take a look.”
Conrad crossed the room, rapped on a door to the left, turned the handle and looked into a big airy bedroom. The only furniture except for a white pile carpet was a twelve-foot-wide bed that stood on a two-foot-high dais and looked as lonely as a lighthouse.
“No one here,” Conrad said as he walked into the room.