Chapter 5
Red Sunset
MICK O’ROURKE’S BROAD SHOULDERS caught my eyes, in the smoke room, as I moved along the corridor. It was past the hour for the gay dinner that was to have followed the varsity race, but with Babe Harron dead and Vennell missing from the yacht, I guessed dinner would be held up a bit.
Mick didn’t hear me until I got right behind him. There was no one else in the room; the big fellow held a water glass in his left hand; it was half filled with yellowish liquid.
I said: “How’s the toothache?”
He straightened a little, as though surprised, but I had a feeling he knew I’d reached the entrance to the smoke room. There was nothing the matter with Mick’s ears.
“Not so hot,” he said, and turned around.
My voice was a little grim, though I didn’t want it to be that way.
