Presently Michael found Sir Gregory’s name again. It was not remarkable that the owner of Griff Towers should have submitted a manuscript. There was hardly a thinking man or woman in the world who did not believe he or she was capable of writing for the films.
He closed the book and handed it back to Dicker.
“It is certainly queer, that erased entry. I’ll speak to Foss about it as soon as I can find him,” he said.
He went immediately to the little hotel where Foss was staying, but he was out.
“I don’t think he came home last night,” said the manager. “If he did, he didn’t sleep in his bed. He said he was going to London,” he added.
Michael went back to the studio, for it had begun to rain, and he knew that that would drive the company from location. His surmise was correct: the big ye
