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Page 52
Kennedy shook his head. "At this stage the one is as hard as the
other. I consider myself lucky to have collected as much material
as I have for the analysis of the poison." He tapped his pocket
significantly.
"Yoo-hoo!" A frankly shrill call in a feminine voice interrupted.
We both turned, to see Marilyn Loring hastening toward us.
"Did you think I was going to forget you?" she asked, almost
reproachfully and much out of breath. "Let's hurry," she added.
"This is roast beef day."
We started toward the gate once more, Marilyn between us,
vivacious and rather charming. I noticed that she made no
reference to the incident in the hallway, the precipitate manner
in which she left us and the very evident confusion of Merle
Shirley. Kennedy, too, seemed disposed to drop the matter,
although it was obviously significant. For some reason his mind
was elsewhere, so that the girl was thrown upon my hands.
It struck me that, after all, she was attractive. At this moment
I found her distinctly good-looking.
"Why do you 'vamp'?" I asked, innocently. "You don't seem to me,
if you'll pardon the personal remark, at all that type."
She laughed. "It's all the fault of the public. They insist that
I vamp. I want to play girly-girly parts, but the public won't
stand for it; they won't come to see the picture. They tell the
exhibitor, and he tells the producer, and back I am at the
vamping again. Isn't it funny?" She paused a moment. "Take
Gordon. Doesn't it make you laugh, what the public think he is--
clean-cut, hero, and all that sort of thing? Little do they
know!"
All at once Kennedy stopped abruptly. We were close to the
entrance, just where a smart little speedster of light blue lined
with white was parked at the edge of the narrow sidewalk. The
sun, after a morning of uncertainty, had just struck through the
haze, and it illuminated Marilyn's face and hair most
delightfully as we both turned, somewhat in surprise.
"I know you'll never forgive me, Miss Loring," Kennedy began,
"but the fact is that just before you came out we stumbled into a
new bit of evidence in the case and I believe that Jameson and I
will have to hurry in to the laboratory. Much as I would like to
lunch with you, and perhaps chat some more during scene-taking
this afternoon--"
It seemed to me that her eyes widened a bit. Certainly there was
a perceptible change in her face. It was interest, but it was
also certainly more than that. I felt that she would have liked
to penetrate the mask of Kennedy's expression, perhaps learn just
what facts and theories rested in his mind.
"Is it--" Suddenly she smiled, realizing that Kennedy would
reveal only the little which suited his purpose. "Is it something
you can tell me?" she finished.
He shook his head. His answer was tantalizing, his glance
searching and without concealment. "Only another detail
concerning the chemical analysis of the poison."
"I see!" If she knew of the ampulla the answer would have been
intelligible to her. As it was, her face betrayed nothing. "I
guess I'll hurry on over alone, then," she added. She extended a
hand to each of us. Her grasp was warm and friendly and frank.
"So long, and--and good luck, for Stella's sake!"
"Hello, folks!"
The dancing bantering voice from behind us, with silvery cadence
to its laughter, could belong to no one but Enid Faye. I grasped
that it was her car which Kennedy leaned upon. I gasped a bit as
I saw her directly at my side, her dainty chamois motoring coat
brushing my sleeve, the sun which grew in strength every moment
casting mottled shadows upon her face through the transparent
brim of her bobbing hat, in mocking answer to the mirth in her
eyes.
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