“Oh, she did, did she?” said Michael softly. “Well, if she comes again, you can tell her from me that Miss Leamington has another engagement.”
The other nodded wisely.
“I hope she won’t keep you waiting,” he said. “You never know, when Jack’s on location——”
“I did not say she had an engagement with me,” said Michael loudly.
“That reminds me, Mr. Brixan,” said the secretary suddenly. “Do you remember the fuss you made—I mean, there was—about a sheet of manuscript that by some accident had got into Miss Leamington’s script?”
Michael nodded.
“Has the manuscript been found?” he asked.
“No, but the new scenario editor tells me that he was looking through the book where Foss kept a record of all the manuscripts that came in, and he found one entry had been blacked out with Indian ink.”
“I’d like to see that book,” said the interested Michael, and it was brought to him, a large foolscap ledger, ruled to show the name of the submitted scenario, the author, his address, the date received and the date returned. Mike put it down on the table in Knebworth’s private office and went carefully through the list of authors.
“If he sent one he has probably sent more,” he said. “There are no other erasures?”