"Is that all? Going on the fuss you make, I thought you"d at least want me to play a Sennett Bathing Beauty. I see no reason in the world why I should balk at playing second to as good an actress as Miss Drake."
"Well, not only that, but the part isn"t big enough for you, Linda--only a bit, you know, so little it"s scarcely worth mentioning."
"Then who will know or care who acts in it? I"d perfectly love to do it for you, if you think I can."
"Knew she would!" Jacques crowed. "What"d I tell you? A thoroughbred"s a thoroughbred every time!"
"You are a brick, Linda, and no mistake. You"ve no idea what a load you"ve taken off our minds. You see, this part, while nothing to speak of in itself, is awfully important to the picture in one way; it absolutely demands somebody who"s got everything you"ve got."
"If we stick in anybody that hasn"t," Jacques interpolated, "the whole works will postolutely go ker-flooey."
"We did the best we could," Summerlad pursued, "had Gloria Glory engaged; but this morning, when she was to report for work, she sent round word she had ptomaine poisoning and was being taken to a hospital."
"Gloria Glory?" f.a.n.n.y put in. "Why, I saw her down at Sunset last night.
And the only thing the matter with her then was _not_ ptomaine poisoning."
"Too much party," Jacques interpreted. "I had the hunch, all right.
Gloria sure do crook a mean elbow when she gets it unlimbered."
"Then you"ll do it, Linda?"
"I"ll love doing it. What do you want me to wear?"
"You"ll do!" Summerlad chuckled. "Only a natural-born picture actress would ask what to wear before wanting to know what the part was. You begin tomorrow if you can get your costume ready, and you"ll only want one, a riding habit."
"Cross-saddle costume, Miss Lee," Jacques explained. "White breeches and a pair of swell boots--you know--like the society dames wear when they go hoss-backing in Central Park, New York, if you"ve ever seen "em."
"Yes," said Lucinda soberly--"once or twice."
"Have you got a riding costume, Linda?"
"No; but I daresay I can pick one up in Los Angeles this afternoon."
"Do that, will you, Miss Lee, if you can? And be on the lot at eight tomorrow, made up, please. It"s a forty-mile run to the location, and we want to get there early"s we can so"s to get all set to shoot when the light"s right."
Actor and director pranced grateful attendance on the two women as they returned to their motor-car; and when it had vanished down the drive, Summerlad fell upon Jacques and shook him fervently by the hand.
"You"re a true friend, Joe!" he declared in mock-emotional accents.
"I"ll never forget what you"ve done for me this day."
"Worked out pretty, didn"t it?" the director grinned. "What d"you know about them dames walking in on us, just when we"d got it all doped? But you always were a fool for luck, Lynn, s"far"s the skirts are concerned--you old hyena!"
"I am this flop, anyway," Summerlad mused with a far-away look. "Those white riding-breeches were a regular inspiration, Joe: if she finds a pair before night, I miss my guess."
"Well, it don"t do to ride your luck too hard. You"ve got all afternoon with the coast clear--maybe! Get your make-up off and beat it quick."
XXV
As it turned out, however, Lucinda experienced no great difficulty in fitting herself acceptably with a ready-made costume of white linen for cross-saddle riding, and light tan boots of soft leather.
The prospect of at last doing real work before a camera, after her long wait since falling in with Lontaine"s scheme, inspired a quiet elation.
She had already been elaborately tested and re-tested, of course, by the cameraman under contract with Linda Lee Inc.; she had ceased to feel self-conscious in the fierce white light of the Kliegs, and was familiar almost to satiety with the sensation, at first so nightmarish, of sitting in a darkened chamber and watching herself move to and fro upon a lighted screen. This last, however, had given Lucinda confidence in the photographic value of her good looks; and she had furthermore learned, through measuring her unproved abilities by those of established screen actresses daily displayed to the millions, not to be apprehensive of scoring an utter failure when her time came to entertain with the mobile shadow of her self audiences that had paid to be amused.
So she felt a.s.sured of doing well enough in her work with Summerlad. And if her mood was serious, when she alighted at the hotel and gave a bellboy her purchases, it was because she was thinking of nothing but her immediate purpose, which was to try on her costume all complete, with hat, boots, gloves and riding-crop, before a mirror, partly to make sure every detail was as it should be, but mostly to satisfy herself that she would look as fetching as she felt she must.
It wasn"t till she found herself in the corridor leading to her suite that Lucinda remembered Nelly Marquis; she hadn"t given the girl two thoughts since morning, and in all likelihood wouldn"t have given her another had she not met the bellboy returning from delivering the parcels to her maid, and paused to tip him in front of the door to the corner room. Then, as he thanked her and pa.s.sed on, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar, the room beyond dark with early dusk, and finally, where the light from the corridor struck in across the threshold, a white hand at rest upon the floor, a woman"s hand, palm up, the fingers slightly contracted, absolutely still. A startling thing to see....
For a few seconds Lucinda stood entranced with premonitions of horror.
Then she moved to the door and rapped on it gently. There was no response, the hand didn"t stir. She called guardedly: "Miss Marquis!"--and when n.o.body answered laid hold of the k.n.o.b. The door met a soft obstacle when less than half-open, and would yield no farther.
The light now disclosed an arm bare to the elbow. With a shiver Lucinda stepped in and groped along the wall till her fingers found and turned the switch illuminating the central chandelier.
Nelly Marquis lay supine, breathing if at all so lightly that the movement of her bosom, beneath the ragged lace of a dingy pink silk neglige, was imperceptible. Her lids, half lowered, showed only the whites of rolled up eyes, her lips were parted and discoloured, her painted pallor was more ghastly even than it had been in the morning. On the evidence of her body"s posture in relation to the partly opened door, she had been taken suddenly ill, had rushed to call for a.s.sistance, and had fallen in the act of turning the k.n.o.b.
Lucinda shut the door, knelt, touched the girl"s wrist, and found it icy cold. But her bosom was warm, the heart in it faintly but indisputably fluttering.
In relief and pity, she essayed to take the girl up in her arms and carry her to the bed, but found the dead weight too great.
Casting round at random for something in the nature of a restorative, smelling salts or the like, she saw nothing that would serve, at first, only a disarray of garments and other belongings characteristic of natures in which care for appearances and personal neatness has become atrophied through one cause or another--if it ever existed. But she noticed absently that one of the windows stood wide to the veranda, and went to close it and draw the shade before pursuing her search.
Then, in the bathroom, she found a bottle of aggressive toilet water and a pint flask of whiskey, half emptied.
Alternately moistening the pale lips with the whiskey and bathing the brows and temples with the pungent water, she observed for the first time a reddish bruise under the left eye, the mark of a blow, possibly sustained in falling. But there was nothing nearby that the girl could have struck to inflict such a hurt except the door-k.n.o.b, and if she had struck this with such force she must have slammed the door.
It was puzzling....
Her ministrations eventually began to take effect. The bleached lips quivered, closed, then opened and closed several times. The woman"s lashes trembled and curtained her eyes. Lucinda went to the bathroom for water. When she returned with half a gla.s.sful liberally laced with whiskey, Nelly Marquis was conscious; but her eyes, with pupils inordinately expanded, remained witless until she had drained the gla.s.s with convulsive gulps and Lucinda had set it aside.
"Do you think you"re strong enough now to get to bed, if I help?"
The girl nodded: "... _try_," she whispered. Using all her strength, Lucinda succeeded in getting Nelly Marquis on her feet. About this time the clouded faculties began to clear. Clinging to Lucinda"s arm, Nelly started as if in a spasm of fear, darted swift glances of terror round the room, then turned a look of perplexity to Lucinda.
"Where is he?" the whisper demanded. "Has he--has he gone?"
"There is no one else here, nothing to be afraid of. Come: let me help you to bed."
Recognition dawned as she spoke, with a movement of feeble fury the girl threw Lucinda"s arm away, but deprived of its support staggered to the foot of the bed, to which she clung, quaking.
"You!" she cried--"what you doing here?"
"The door was open, I saw you lying senseless on the floor. I couldn"t go on and leave you like that. You"d have done as much for me."
"Oh! would I? A lot you know!" Her knees seemed about to buckle; will-power alone kept Nelly Marquis from sinking; yet she persisted: "I suppose I ought to thank you. Well: much obliged, I"m sure. Is that enough?"
"Quite enough. I"ve no wish to annoy you. Only, let me suggest, you need a doctor. May I ask the office to call one?"