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. I…