It was part of a menu. On the reverse side was written in pencil, KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT-VALLEY BOULEVARD.
There was nothing else.
I put the cigarettes, the paper and the matches in my pocket. I looked around and couldn’t see anything else.
I carefully polished all fingerprints off the doorknobs and off anything I had touched. I didn’t bother with the bathroom. Only Lucille’s fingerprints were in there. I might want them.
I wiped all fingerprints off the key, put it on the inside of the door, covered the doorknob with my handkerchief and pulled the door shut. I couldn’t get my fingerprints off the steering wheel of the automobile because the car doors were locked.
The radio in the near-by cabin was still blaring.
I detoured the office and walked to the highway. I didn’t try to hitch-hike. I kept as far as I could to the side of the road so that the headlights of approaching automobiles wouldn’t show me clearly.
I came to a little roadside restaurant that was still open.
There was a telephone booth. I dropped a nickel and dialled the number of Bertha Cool’s apartment.
It took a couple of minutes before Bertha answered. I could see she didn’t like the idea of being disturbed.