Werner pointed to the end of the hall, toward the washroom. "In
the next building, on this floor--that is, the principals'. It's
a rotten arrangement," he added. "They come through sometimes and
use our lavatory, because it's a little more fancy and because it
saves a trip down a flight of stairs. Believe me, it gets old
Manton on his ear."
VII
ENID FAYE
Behind Werner was the assistant director, to whom I had given
little attention at the time of the examination of the various
people in the Phelps library. Even now he impressed me as one of
those rare, unobtrusive types of individuals who seem, in spite
of the possession of genuine ability and often a great deal of
efficiency, to lack, nevertheless, any outstanding personal
characteristics. As a class they are human machines, to be
neither liked nor disliked, never intruding and yet always on
hand when needed.
"This is Carey Drexel, my assistant," Werner stated, forgetting
that Kennedy had questioned him at Tarrytown, and so knew him.
"There are a few people I simply must see and I'm tied up,
therefore, for perhaps half an hour; and Manton's downstairs
still trying to locate Millard for you. But Carey's at your
disposal, Mr. Kennedy, to show you the arrangement of the studio
and to cooperate with you in any way if you think there's any
possible chance of finding anything to bear upon Stella's death
here."
If Werner was the man who had used the towel, I could see that he
was an actor and a cool villain.
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