CHAPTER THREE
He found plenty of clothing in the closet.
Most of it looked as if it had never been worn. He selected a dark suit, put it on. He looked at himself in a mirror, decided he looked good in it. The suit, of course, belonged to Keith Ainsworth, who was of the same build as John. Thus the nice fit. He stood looking at himself, wondering what he was supposed to do now. He did not like the idea of wearing another man's clothes, but his own were a mess. He shrugged.
He found cigarettes in the room, lighted one, stood inhaling it. He wished he had a drink. No one had said anything about his staying in the bedroom. He left it, went down the stairs to the front room, looked in. There was no one in the room. He entered, went to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a long drink of bourbo
