Chapter 21
THE HANDS of the lobby clock marked five minutes before midnight. The clubhouse was very quiet: they seemed to have the place to themselves.
One look at her face and he was at her side. This was not his sprightly, amusing companion of the previous night. It was a frightened, wide-eyed Jennie on the verge of hysteria, with twitching mouth and hands aflutter.
At the sight of him she had sprung to her feet. ‘Ed Cloan!’ she gasped hoarsely.
He drew down his eyebrows, his features stern. ‘What about him?’
‘He’s down here— he means to kill you. I dursn’t ring you, and when I did you were out and nobody could tell me where you were gone. So I came down by the train— to warn you, Trev. I’ve been here ever since ten o’clock. He’s a killer— you’ve got to watch out. The steward didn’t
