Irene opened one of the waffle-shaped cans to show her the roll of film inside.
“This is a spot commercial for the golden hair wash people,” she said. “You couldn’t call that dangerous, even though young girls who use it would look so much lovelier with their own natural shade of hair.”
“I didn’t mean that. I’m not sure just what I did mean.”
The can of film looked innocent enough, but the fear that had gripped Judy stayed with her. Mr. Lenz had been justifiably angry, and the danger, whatever it was, had been real.
CHAPTER XI
On the Train
“I guess we’ll just have to go home and forget Clarissa,” Pauline said finally after they had searched the whole theater and questioned everybody—technicians as well as actors who were still there in the cast. Some had already left, but those who remained could tell them nothing.
“She fainted before,” Judy remembered.
Irene heard, for the first time, how Clarissa had looked into a mirror and seen no reflection. “And then,” Flo went on telling her, “something went wrong with that closed circuit TV set where we were supposed to see our pictures, and she didn’t show. That was when she fainted. We took her to the first aid room and then went back and finished our tour. The TV set was all right. All the rest of us showed. We forgot to ask the guide if she knew what went wrong with it. Clarissa wouldn’t go back there. She was afraid.”
“Of what?” asked Irene.