“Too bad we can’t get a horse in here so you’d feel at home,” snapped the director after Curt had bungled one bit of action.
“I don’t like skunks,” shot back Curt and turned away.
The director, his face flaming, grabbed Curt’s arm.
“You’ve got to explain that,” he cried.
“Do you want me to?” asked Curt, looking straight into the face of the incensed director.
Adolphi dropped his arm and turned away, and in that action he stirred Janet’s suspicions anew. If he were without guilt, she felt he would have forced Curt to a showdown. But he had turned away and Janet thought she caught just a flicker of Rachel Nesbit’s eyes.
Then they were back at work, rehearsing until well after the usual dinner hour. When the director finally released them, most of the company was dizzy with fatigue,
“He’s trying to wear us out so we won’t be able to put on a good show tomorrow night,” muttered Curt. “I’ve a good notion to drop him down an elevator shaft and see if he’ll bounce.”
Jim Hill was waiting for them.
“I thought you’d never come,” he said. “Adolphi been pretty tough?”