A clear, cool voice said: “Any idea when Amby’ll be back?”
Joe spun around. The door was open, and a slim, dark-haired girl stood on threshold. He said: “Perhaps in the next five minutes; perhaps not for hours.”
“An exact statement of an Amby schedule! I didn’t know he was spreading out with an office boy.”
Joe said stiffly: “I happen to be an actor.”
“Poisoned catfish! Another one?” The girl stepped inside the office. “Where do they all come from? What have you been on?”
“Nothing yet.”
“What have you done?”
“High-school shows.”
“And Carver picked you up? Next he’ll be lifting them out of the cradle. A nice boy, Amby, if you like them that way. Well, a part’s a part no matter where it comes from. Tell him to list me in his file. The name’s Lucille Borden.”
Joe stared, stupefied. “Lucille Borden? You don’t mean the Lucille Borden of Years of Danger. You don’t sound—”