As he walked to the entrance, he saw Eve’s coupe driving away. He caught a glimpse of her white, set face, and guessed the talk she had had with her brother hadn’t been a pleasant one.
He entered the club. Gillis was just coming out of the cloakroom. He smiled at Dallas and came over to shake hands.
‘Haven’t seen you in weeks,’ Gil is said breezily. ‘How are you?’
‘Alive, but no more,’ Dal as returned. ‘I’ve been out of town. I thought it was time I looked up Zoe again.’
‘How did you find her?’
‘Al you said she would be.’
Gillis nodded.
‘I’m glad. Let me see, don’t I owe you some money? What was it – five dollars?’
‘Ten,’ said Dal as, ‘but there’s no hurry.’
‘Oh, but there is. One must pay one’s debts,’ Gil is said, and took out a small roll of bills from his pocket. He handed Dallas two fives. ‘Sorry to have been so long about it.’
‘That’s okay,’ Dal as said, surprised to be paid, and thinking Gillis must have put a pretty hard bite on his sister. ‘What’s ten bucks between friends? Come and have a drink.’
Gillis shook his head.
‘Not tonight. I’m expecting a blonde: one of those wild, wool y and wanton females I specialise in.
She should be waiting at the bar if she isn’t going to be late. See you some other time.’
Dallas watched the tall, thin figure walk into the bar. Then he went into the cloakroom, parked his hat and returned to the lobby. He decided he would see Zoe right away, and then keep an eye on Gillis. Zoe would be on duty in ten minutes. He would have to hurry to catch her in her dressing-room.
He went down the stairs that led to the rear of the building, along the passage to Zoe’s room. The door stood ajar. He knocked and pushed it open. The lights were on, and Zoe’s silk wrap lay across the divan. There was a smouldering cigarette end in the ash-tray. But there was no sign of Zoe.
Absently, Dallas stubbed out the cigarette, and then went back along the passage to the restaurant.
Luigi, the Captain of waiters, came to meet him.
‘Good evening, Mr Dal as,’ he said. ‘Your usual table?’
‘Not at the moment,’ Dal as said, looking beyond him into the crowded restaurant. ‘Miss Norton around?’
‘She’s not due in the restaurant until eleven-thirty,’ Luigi said, and consulted his watch. ‘About five minutes. Shall I tell her you would like her to join you?’
‘Yeah, do that. I’l be in the bar.’
Dallas went across to the lobby. Schmidt touched his cap when he saw him. He approved of Dallas.
‘Seen Miss Norton?’ Dal as asked, pausing.
‘Yes, sir. She’s in the club. I expect you’l find her in her dressing-room.’
‘She’s not there. If you spot her, tel her I’m in the bar.’
He saw Gillis sitting in a corner of the bar with a blonde girl who didn’t look much older than seventeen. She had a pretty, vicious little face, and she was leaning forward across the table so Gillis could see down the front of her low-cut gown. Gillis looked casually amused, and glanced up. He saw Dallas come in and gave him a broad wink.
Dallas called for a double Scotch and sat on a stool up at the bar and talked to the barman. He watched Gillis in the mirror behind the bar. After a while, Gillis and the girl went into the restaurant.
Dallas decided he’d have another look for Zoe.
Luigi was just coming back to the entrance after seeing Gillis and his companion to their table. He shook his head at Dallas.
‘Miss Norton hasn’t shown up yet,’ he said, and there was an annoyed look in his eyes. ‘I can’t understand it. She hasn’t been late since she’s been here.’
The waiter came up at this moment and whispered in his ear.
‘She isn’t in the club,’ Luigi told Dallas when the waiter had gone away. ‘I’m very sorry, Mr Dal as, I haven’t an idea where she is.’
‘That’s okay,’ Dallas said shortly, and went back to the lobby.
‘Miss Norton has left the club,’ he told Schmidt. ‘Did you see her go?’
‘She hasn’t been this way, sir,’ Schmidt said, looking surprised. ‘If she’s left the club she’l have gone by the back exit.’
‘Thanks,’ Dallas said, and went quickly down the stairs to Zoe’s room again. He was worried now.
What had happened to her? he wondered, as he again entered her room. He stood looking around, then he went to her wardrobe, opened it and found her hat and coat on a peg. He stood for a moment staring at them, his uneasiness turning to alarm.
If she had gone out, why on earth hadn’t she taken her coat? It was raining a little outside, and she couldn’t have gone just in her evening dress.
