The corridor was deserted.
He left the elevator, slid across the corridor and behind a curtain that screened one of the big windows overlooking the sea. The curtain had barely fallen into place when he heard someone coming, and he grinned to himself. His luck hadn’t deserted him.
He peered through a chink in the curtain and nodded to himself.
A big burly man who had “cop’ written all over him, came slowly along the corridor. He passed Ferrari’s hiding-place and went on, disappearing around the bend of the corridor.
Ferrari immediately left his hiding-place, and walked swiftly in the opposite direction.
The long corridor stretched ahead of him, and after he had walked fifty yards or so, he again ducked behind a window curtain. He remained there, listening and watching.
A door opened suddenly a few yards from him, and a girl appeared. She was wearing a low-cut, off-the-shoulder evening gown, and Ferrari looked at her creamy neck and shoulders with an approving eye. She closed the door, but left the key in the lock. He watched her walk slowly to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited, humming under her breath.
The big cop came back along the corridor. He touched his hat to the girl who smiled brightly at him, and he went on, not looking back.
The elevator door opened and the girl entered the cage.
Ferrari waited.