“No. Why, did you lose some?”
“Yes, two on a ring, to the door downstairs and my apartment. They were in my bag.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m home in the apartment. I might—”
“How did you get in?”
“The elevator man. The night man has a key. I might have lost them in the Flamingo Club or the taxi, but I thought I ought to phone you in case you found them. I’m so sorry I bothered you. Good night.”
“Wait a minute.” I was sitting on the edge of the bed now, with the light on. The clock was ten minutes to two. I was fully awake, I didn’t want to scare her stiff, but the situation did not seem ideal. “Don’t ring off,” I told her. “Is Olga there?”
“No, she doesn’t sleep here.”
“You went to the Flamingo Club with Parker?”
“Yes, we stopped for a drink and a dance.”