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Page 92
"But you know it's a clue to the--"
"That towel"--he raised his voice, as though in elation--"that
towel will lead me to the murderer--infallibly!"
Merle Shirley had come up in time to hear most of the colloquy
between Enid and Kennedy. At the last he flushed, clenching his
fists.
"If you can prove who the murderer is, Mr. Kennedy," he exploded,
"why don't you apprehend him before some one else meets the fate
of Werner?"
"I can do nothing until I return to my laboratory this afternoon.
I will not know the identity of the guilty person until I
complete a chemical analysis."
One by one the various people possibly concerned in the two
crimes joined the group. This morning all the faces were serious;
most of them showed the marks of sleeplessness following the
second murder. Kennedy walked away, but I saw that Jack Gordon
hastened to question both the girls, ignoring their evident
dislike for him. Among the others I recognized Watkins, the
camera man, and his associate. Lawrence Millard came in and
hastened to the side of Enid. As he drew her away to ask the
cause of the gathering I wondered at his early presence. The
scenario writer was typical of them all. The strange and unusual
nature of the crimes, the evident relationship between them, had
drawn the employees of Manton Pictures to the studio as a crowd
of baseball fans collects before a public bulletin board. Not one
of them but was afraid of missing some development in the case.
In no instance could the interest of a particular individual be
taken as an indication of guilt.
Phelps entered the studio from the door to the dressing rooms.
Disdaining to join the other group, he approached us to ask the
cause for the excitement. Kennedy explained, patiently, and I saw
that Phelps looked at the black bag uneasily.
"I hope the guilty party is not a member of the company," he
muttered.
"Why?" Kennedy's mouth tightened.
The financier grew red. "Because this picture has been crippled
enough. First a new star; now a new director--if it wasn't so
preposterous I'd believe that it was all part of a deliberate--"
He stopped as if realizing suddenly the inadvisability of vague
accusations.
"Don't you want justice done?" Kennedy inquired.
"Of course!" Phelps tugged at his collar uncomfortably. "Of
course, Mr. Kennedy." Then he turned and hurried away, out of the
studio.
Gordon and Millard detached themselves from the others, coming
over.
"In which washroom was the towel found, Mr. Kennedy?" Gordon put
the question as though he felt himself specially delegated to
obtain this information.
I wondered how Kennedy would evade a direct answer. To my
surprise he made no attempt at concealment.
"The one on the second floor of the office building."
Millard laughed, facing Gordon. "That puts it on myself--or the
big boss!"
It struck me that the leading man was uneasy as he hurried back
to the others. Millard, still smiling, turned to say something to
us, but we were joined by Manton, entering from the other end of
the big inclosure.
"Good morning," the promoter exclaimed, somewhat breathless. "I
just learned you were here. Is--is there some new development. Is
there something I can do?"
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