"It isn't really a party for the whole cast. Some of us happen to be staying out here." That sounded almost as fishy as the I-like-Mars-bit.
"Renn afraid somebody'll get some secrets?" I smiled.
"Could be," she said, with that hazardous shrug. "You weren't going to ask me for any, were you?"
"As a matter of fact I wasn't," I said with disarming frankness. "But I will now. Just how did he make those terrific shots?"
Arden just smiled. It wasn't an answer, but the smile was a nice one. "How about those drinks?"
We decided to go outside with our drinks, to look at the stars, and maybe she could show me the one she'd been to. But Mars wasn't out that night. At least we didn't see it. Maybe because we didn't look too hard. After awhile we went back into the living room, and I had learned something, at least. There weren't any scars on her.
I strolled us over to the group around Kettering. Little Dick Lutz, the critic, was peppering questions at him, and Kettering was loving it.
"I may never make another," he was saying. "Would you ask Shakespeare to write two Hamlets?"
"Then why so quiet about your technique? If you don't want to use it, let the rest of the boys in."
"That's my secret too," Renn Kettering answered smugly, sipping his drink.