Knebworth took the roll of paper and slipped off the elastic band which encircled it. It was the manuscript of “Roselle.”
“Why have you brought this?” he asked.
“She told me to bring it up if I found it.”
“Very good,” said Jack, mystified. “Thank you very much.”
He closed the door on the woman and went back to the dining-room.
“Adele has sent up her script. What’s wrong, I wonder?”
“Who brought it?” asked Michael, interested.
“Her landlady, I suppose,” said Jack, describing the woman.
“Yes, that’s she. Adele is not turning in her part?”
Jack shook his head.