Chapter 17
AT THREE o’clock in the morning no cemetery is a particularly nice place in which to keep a tryst. But if ever it becomes absolutely necessary for you to meet a murderer, and that in or near a cemetery, then there is none nicer than Forest Lawn Memorial Park.
McCloud, passing the main gates of Forest Lawn in a rented car, as per Jessup’s instructions, looked inside and beyond the tall wrought-iron gates. He brought the car to a halt and just sat there for a time, getting the lay of the land firmly fixed in his mind, planning the coming encounter. He did not know whom he was to meet. Had he known, had he been able to hazard even a decent guess, there would have been no necessity for all this secrecy. Jessup had been unable to tell him a single thing beyond the time and the plac
