CHAPTER XXII

THE HEAD WHEN Mike went out, he found Stella at the gate of the studio, and remembered, seeing her, that she had been invited to lunch at Griff Towers. To his surprise she crossed the road to him. “I wanted to see you, Mr. Brixan,” she said. “I sent in word to find if you were there.” “Then your message was wrongly delivered to Mr. Knebworth,” smiled Mike. She lifted one of her shoulders in demonstration of her contempt for Jack Knebworth and all his works. “No, it was you I wanted to see. You’re a detective, aren’…