He decided it wouldn’t be safe to call on her until it was dark, and he hoped she would be in. He had an idea that if he telephoned her he would get a rebuff, and he preferred not to warn her he intended to see her that night.
To make certain he didn’t lose touch with her, he detailed one of his men to watch the house, and when darkness came, he was relieved to learn she was at home.
He left his car at the end of the street and walked down to the house. It was a dark night, with a hint of rain in the air, and he passed no one on the way.
There was a light on in one of the upstairs rooms, but the rest of the house was in darkness.
His man had reported that the coloured maid had left about half an hour ago, and Seigel was satisfied that Janey was in the house alone.
He dug his thumb into the bell-push and waited.
After a delay, he heard her running down the stairs, then the front door opened and she was staring up at him.
She was wearing a yellow silk wrap, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked pretty and desirable, but she raised no desire in Seigel.
“Hello, baby,” he said, and stepped forward, riding her back into the hall, closing the front door with his foot.
Janey’s eyes flashed angrily as she recognized him.