"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!"