CHAPTER IV

THE LEADING LADY IN the studio of the Knebworth Picture Corporation the company had been waiting in its street clothes for the greater part of an hour. Jack Knebworth sat in his conventional attitude, huddled up in his canvas chair, fingering his long chin and glaring from time to time at the clock above the studio manager’s office. It was eleven when Stella Mendoza flounced in, bringing with her the fragrance of wood violets and a small, unhappy Peke. “Do you work to summer-time?” asked Knebworth slowly. “Or maybe…