By Carter Dickson
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Before an hour had elapsed, in the evil forces that were gathering round Pineham Studios, she had to thank him for saving her life from the first attempt of a murderer. III Even before that hour had elapsed, Monica herself was beginning to regret that she detested him so much. If she had not known better, she might have been deceived into thinking him courteous and considerate. Also, he smoked a curved pipe of the Sherlock Holmes variety; an abomination. " she wanted to know. " "Because," said Cartwright, "Albion Films isn’t the only outfit here.
Cartwright was everywhere praised, at least in the book reviews, for the "flawless soundness and painstaking accuracy" of his plots. This made the man even more insufferable. Monica felt that she could have despised him less if only he had been a little more slipshod. She pictured him as studious-looking, withered, dry, and donnish, with enormous spectacles. And she dwelt with loving hatred on the image. "I can't do it," she said abruptly. "I'm terribly sorry. You know how grateful I am. But I can’t.
Mr. " whispered a new voice. Then everything stopped. Monica's first impression was that something must be wrong. But neither Frances Fleur nor the sinister stewardess nor anybody else seemed to find anything unusual in it. They merely waited. The sinister stewardess, it is true, appeared to be in a state of agitation bordering on tears. Otherwise everything seemed to move in slow-motion. After a decent interval, evidently for consultation in the gloom, a tall, gray-haired, semi-bald man stepped out on the set.