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"I'll question the camera men," he announced. "Who are they?"
"Harry Watkins is the head photographer," Werner explained. "He's
a crackerjack, too! One of the best lighting experts in the
country. Al Penny's grinding the other box."
"Let's have Watkins first." Kennedy nodded to Mackay to escort
the director from the room.
Neither Watkins nor Penny were able to add anything to the facts
which Kennedy had gleaned from Manton and Werner. When he had
finished his patient examination of the junior camera man he
recalled Watkins and had both, under his eyes, close and seal the
film cartridges which contained the photographic record of the
thirteen scenes. Dismissing the men, he handed the two black
boxes to Mackay.
"Can you arrange to have these developed and printed, quickly,
but in some way so neither negative nor positive will be out of
your sight at any time?"
Mackay nodded. "I know the owner of a laboratory in Yonkers."
"Good! Now let's have the leading man."
Jack Gordon immediately impressed me very unfavorably. There was
something about him for which I could find no word but "sleek."
Learning much from my long association with Kennedy I observed at
once that he had removed the make-up from his face and that he
had on a clean white collar. Since the linen worn before the
camera is dyed a faint tint to prevent the halation caused by
pure white, it was a sure sign to me that he had spruced up a
bit. I knew that he was engaged to Stella. Here in this room she
lay dead, under the most mysterious circumstances. There was
little question, in fact, that she had been murdered. How could
he, really loving her, think of such things as the make-up left
on his face, or his clothes?
I had to admit that he was a handsome individual. Perhaps
slightly less than average in height, and very slender, he had
the close-knit build of an athlete. The contour of his head and
the perfect regularity of rather large features made him an ideal
type for the screen at any angle; in close-ups and foregrounds as
well as full shots. In actual life there were little things
covered by make-up in his work, such as the cold gray tint of his
eyes and the lines of dissipation about his mouth.
Kennedy questioned him first about his movements in the different
scenes, then asked him if he had seen or noticed anything
suspicious during the taking of any of them or in the intervals
between.
"I had several changes, Mr. Kennedy," he replied. "Part of the
time I was Jack Daring, my regular role, but I was also the
emissary who looked like Daring. I went out each time because I
make up the emissary to look hard. Werner wanted to fool the
people a little bit, but he didn't want them to be positive the
emissary was Daring, as would happen if both make-ups were the
same."
"Did you have any opportunity to talk to Miss Lamar?"
"None at all. Werner was pushing us to the limit."
"Did she seem her usual self at the start of the scene?"
"No, she seemed a little out of sorts. But"--Gordon hesitated--
"something had been troubling her all day. She hardly would talk
to me in the car on the way out at all. It didn't strike me that
she acted any different when she went in to take the scene."
"You were engaged to her?"
"Yes." Gordon's eyes caught the body on the davenport before him.
He glanced away hastily, taking his lower lip between his teeth.
"Had you been having any trouble?"
"No--that is, nothing to amount to anything."
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