Never ask "Who am I and where do I come from?" The answers may not be what you'd expect!
"Then, if you are ready," Lima told him, "lie on this couch. Keep your eyes on mine." She spoke slowly, evenly. "Remember that you are doing this of your own free will, that you trust me. I am your friend and would do you no harm."
Her voice droned on as Bennett looked into her eyes. They merged until they became one large, placid pool of restfulness, and he found himself drawn into them.
He sank peacefully, quietly--completely.
* * * * *
When the telephone rang, Bennett knew it was the district attorney returning his call, and that the die was cast. Until this ugly business was brought to a conclusion, his life would be in constant danger.
"Leroy Bennett speaking," he said. "I have had collected some information that I think will be of very great interest to your office."
"Information about what?" the voice at the other end asked briskly.
"I have proof that John Tournay is responsible for the death of two men, in an action involving crimin