CRANSTON ACTS
HOWARD GRISCOM and Lamont Cranston had visited Stanley Wilberton before noon on Friday. Late Saturday morning, approximately twenty-four hours later, Griscom was surprised when Cranston again paid him a visit.
“I suppose you leave here at noon,” remarked Cranston, when he had seated himself in the theater owner’s private office.
“Not often,” replied Griscom. “Saturday is usually very busy. I expect to be here all afternoon. Will you accept that deferred invitation to lunch?”
“I shall be glad to do so.”
Cranston sat looking from the window. Griscom’s office was on the third floor of the Paladrome Building. It commanded a view of Forty-second Street toward Times Square.
Across the street, near the corner, was a store that bore the sign “Brantwell’s.” It was one of a chain of Manhattan drug stores.
Lamont Cranston noticed the store; he also watched the passing throngs with curious eyes. He turned to Griscom, and seeing that the theater owner was not engaged for the moment, he remarked:
“You have motion-picture photographers available, I suppose?”
“I can get a camera man in fifteen minutes,” replied Griscom.