‘Yes. Was it Stayton, too, who told you the police were looking for me?’
‘Yes. One of these gunmen who came to the Club Calderon has confessed. He says he was looking for an Englishman who arrived in the Megantic last night, a fair man with glasses. The head-waiter at the club remembered you and told the police he’d seen Ted Stayton talking to the girl you were with. The detectives have been to Mr. Stayton about it...’
‘They have, have they? I hope he didn’t give you away...’
The grey eyes were coldly veiled. ‘Mr. Stayton’s a gentleman. And, anyway, I’d never been to the Calderon before...’
‘What did he tell the police?’
‘He made up some story about meeting me casually on a party, he couldn’t remember where. He said he didn’t even know my name...’
‘Did the police know it was he who h
