"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.
XV
I BECOME A DETECTIVE
Important as it was to watch Enid and Marilyn, Werner and the rest, Kennedy decided that it was now much more important to hold to his expressed purpose of returning to the laboratory with our trophies of the day's crime hunt.