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Page 91
Kennedy explained our presence so early in the morning very
neatly, I thought.
"I would appreciate it," he began, "if you could place a cutter
at the disposal of Mr. Mackay. He has the scenes taken from the
camera and sealed at the time of Miss Lamar's death. I would like
to have any other film taken out there delivered to him and the
whole joined in proper sequence. Then, Mr. Kauf, if you could
arrange to have the same cutter take the film exposed yesterday
when Mr. Werner--"
"You think you might be able to see something, to discover
something on the screen?"
"Exactly!"
Kauf beamed. "Mr. Manton gave me orders to assist you in every
way I could, or to put any of my people at your disposal. More
than that, Mr. Kennedy, he anticipated you. He thought you might
want to look at the scenes taken yesterday and he rushed the
laboratory and the printing room. We'll be able to fix you up
very quickly."
"Good!" Kennedy nodded to Mackay and the district attorney
hurried off with Kauf. "Now, Walter!" he exclaimed, sobering.
I picked up the traveling bag and together we strolled toward the
ballroom set. There most of the players were gathered already--in
make-up and evening clothes of a fancier sort even than those
demanded for the banquet. I saw that Kennedy singled out Marilyn.
"Good morning," she said, cheerfully, but with effort. It was
obvious she had spent a nervous night. There were circles under
her eyes ill concealed by the small quantity of cosmetic she
used. Her hands, shifting constantly, displayed the loss of her
usual poise. "You are out bright and early," she added.
"We've stumbled into a very important clue," Kennedy told her,
with a show of giving her his confidence. "In that bag in
Walter's hand is one of the studio towels. It contains a hint of
the poison used to kill Miss Lamar and--of utmost consequence--it
has provided me with an infallible clue to the identity of the
murderer himself--or herself."
It seemed to me that Marilyn blanched. "Where--where did you find
it?" she demanded, in a very awed voice.
"In one of the studio washrooms."
"It has been--it has been in the washroom ever since poor
Stella's death?"
"No, not that! Jameson discovered it the same day but"--the very
slight pause was perceptible to me; Kennedy hated to lie--"I
haven't realized its importance until just this morning."
Enid Faye, seeing us from a distance, conquered her dislike of
Marilyn sufficiently to join us. She was very erect and tense.
Her eyes, wide and sober and searching, traveled from my face to
Kennedy's and back. Then she dissembled, softening as she came
close to me, laying a hand on my shoulder and allowing her skirt
to brush my trousers.
"Tell me, Jamie," she whispered, her warm breath thrilling me
through and through. "Has the wonderful Craig Kennedy discovered
something?" It was not sarcasm, but assumed playfulness, masking
a throbbing curiosity.
"I found a towel in one of the studio washrooms," I answered,
"and Craig has demonstrated that it is a clue to the poison which
killed Stella Lamar as well as to the person who did it."
Enid gasped. Then she drew herself up and her eyes narrowed. Now
she faced Kennedy.
"How can the towel be a clue to the crime?" she protested.
"Stella was--was murdered way out in Tarrytown! Mr. Jameson found
the towel here!"
Kennedy shrugged his shoulders. "I cannot tell you that--just
yet." He paused deliberately. "You see," he lied. "I have yet to
make my analysis."
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