CHAPTER V
MR. LAWLEY FOSS“What is wrong?” asked Adele, seeing the young man’s grave face.
“Where did this come from?”
He showed her the sheet of typewritten script.
“I don’t know: it was with the other sheets. I knew, of course, that it didn’t belong to ‘Roselle.’ ”
“Is that the play you’re acting in?” he asked quickly. And then: “Who would know?”
“Mr. Knebworth.”
“Where shall I find him?”
“You go through that door,” she said, “and you will find him on the studio floor.”
Without a word, he walked quickly into the building. Instinctively he knew which of the party was the man he sought. Jack Knebworth looked up under lowering brows at the sight of the stranger, for he was a stickler for privacy in business hours; but before he could demand an explanation, Michael was up to him.
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