CHAPTER 11RAMSEY COULDN’T see the gulf, but he knew it was out there in the darkness and rain. At last the taxi stopped before a low rambling structure with a small discreet neon sign which said Starlight Club. The black-topped parking area surrounding the place was almost filled with cars. He paid the driver, turned up his raincoat collar, ran to the entrance and pushed open a heavy oaken door. A small foyer smelled of cigarette smoke and frying foods. Just beyond was a check room. Beyond it was a bar and a large room filled with tables. From somewhere a record player was piping soft piano music into the area. A few of the tables were occupied by people eating and drinking. A tall brunette presided over the check room. She smiled at Ramsey and said in a richly modulated voice, “Check your
