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Page 53
For an instant she gazed after the retreating Marilyn.
"Good-by, Marilyn! DEAR," she called, mega-phoning her hands.
The other girl made no response. Laughing, Enid slipped a hand
under my arm, the firm pressure of her fingers thrilling me. She
addressed Kennedy, however.
"Do you want a ride in to the city, both of you?"
Kennedy brightened. "That would be fine! How far are you going?"
"The Burrage. I have a luncheon engagement. That's Forty-fourth."
"Can you drop us off at the university?"
"Surely! Climb in. It's a tight fit, three in the seat, but fun.
And"--facing me--"I want Jamie between us, next to me!"
As we rolled out of the studio inclosure she leaned forward on
the wheel to question Kennedy.
"What did Marilyn Loring want? You seemed in deep confab!"
"She volunteered to initiate us to McCann's, across the street."
"Oh!" She skidded about a corner skillfully. "And--"
"Well, we bumped into an additional piece of evidence and I
thought Jameson and I ought to hurry in to my laboratory
instead."
"I bet"--Enid giggled, readjusting her hat in the breeze--"I bet
she wanted to know what you'd found, right away. Didn't she?"
"Yes!" Kennedy's face was noncommittal, "Why do you say that?"
"Because she came into my room, just as we were getting ready for
work this morning. Perhaps I'm wrong, but from the way she kept
asking me questions about everyone from Manton down I got the
idea she was quizzing me, to see how much I knew. Of course this
is only my first day, but it seems to me that Marilyn is talking
a great deal, without saying very much. I've come to the
conclusion she knows a good deal more than she is telling anyone,
and that she'd like to find out just how much everyone else
knows."
Kennedy nodded almost absent-mindedly, without responding
further.
"Well"--Enid speeded up a bit--"not to change connections on the
switchboard, I think I'm going to like it with Manton Pictures."
"Will they do justice to your work," Kennedy inquired, "putting
you in a partially finished picture in this way?"
"That's where I'm in luck, real bang-up luck. Werner has directed
me before and knows just exactly how to handle me."
"What about the story? That was built for Stella, wasn't it?"
"Yes, but they're changing it here and there to fit me. Larry
knows my work, too! That's luck again for little Enid."
"How long have you known Millard?" In a flash I realized
Kennedy's cleverness. This was the fact he had wished to unearth.
The question was as natural as could be. He had led up to it
deliberately. I was sure of that.
"Four, nearly five years," she replied, unsuspiciously. Then
suddenly she bit her lip, although her expression was well
masked. "That is," she added, somewhat lamely--"that is, in a
casual way, like nearly everyone knows nearly everyone else in
the film game."
"Oh!" murmured Kennedy, lapsing into silence.
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