Peter Cheyney 
Dangerous Curves [EPUB ebook] 

CALLAGHAN awoke and looked at the ceiling. The fire sent grotesque shadows flickering across the white expanse above him. He yawned, turned over, kicked off the bedclothes, swung his legs to the floor. He sat, his tousled black head in his hands, looking at the fire.
His lips were dry and his tongue felt like a yellow plush sofa. Outside he could hear the rain pattering on the windows. He looked at his wrist-watch. It was eight o’clock.
He got up and began to walk to the bathroom, when the telephone bell jangled. It was Effie Thompson. He growled into the receiver.
‘All right, ‘ she said primly. ‘Is it my fault if you’ve got a head? Forgive me for troubling you, but are you ever coming back to this office? Things are happening down here.’