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investigation.”
    “Drop a hundred and ninety-five grand, you mean? Not me, sweetheart.”
    “But suppose somebody means business with these threats?”
    Bannock scowled. “I’m not chicken. Are you?”
    I pulled at my mustache. “No.”
    “Well, I am!” Daisy put her arm on Bannock’s shoulder. “I don’t like this, Harry. You know I was angry when I found out you’d bought those films and tied all our money up. I said it was a big risk, and that’s how it worked out. But risking money’s one thing, and risking your life is another.”
    “Don’t get panicky,” Bannock said, “Just because some lunatic makes a crazy threat—”
    “Lunatic?” Daisy’s face was pale. “Ryan was murdered. Whoever killed him is still at large. Maybe he’s just crazy enough to kill you, too.”
    “But the money—”
    “I’d rather see you lose the money than your life. Please, Harry, lay off, for my sake.”
    “For your sake.” Bannock nodded. “Listen, Daisy. It’s you I’m thinking about. What do you think I’ve worked for all these years, built up this business from a two-bit hole-in-the-wall? So that you’d have something. And I made the grade. Now everything I own is tied up in this deal. I’ve got to go through with it.”
    “We could get along,” Daisy said. “You’ve got your clients, there’s money coming in.”
    “I’m not going to let an anonymous phone call trick me out of the biggest deal I ever made,” Bannock declared. “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful.” He cocked his head at me. “That’s why we’ve got Mark here.”
    I smiled at him. “Which brings us to our third alternative,” I said. “We can go through with our plans. As carefully as possible and as quickly as possible.”
    “Right.” Bannock pushed his chair back from the table. “We’ve got to work fast. I take it you have some idea of where you want to begin?”
    I nodded. “Best thing to do is take each suspect in turn,” I told him. “And I’m going to start with Ryan’s girlfriend, Miss Polly Foster. Can you get me lined up with a studio pass for tomorrow?”
    “Now you’re talking. Sure, I’ll fix it for you.” He led us into the other room, stepped over to the bar. “What’ll it be?”
    “What are you drinking?”
    “Straight rye.”
    “Make mine the same.”
    “And me.” Daisy smiled at him, then at me.
    “I thought you didn’t drink,” I said.
    “I don’t, as a rule.” The smile never left her face. “But right now I could use one. I’m always a little bit uncomfortable when I’m around corpses.”
    “Daisy, please!” Bannock sighed.
    “I can’t help it.” She went to him and put her arms around his neck. “Harry, I’m scared. There’s something wrong with this whole thing, I know it. It isn’t just a murder, there’s more to it than that: something we don’t know; something we aren’t supposed to find out. You talked about a lunatic. Maybe it’s that, maybe worse.”
    “What do you mean, worse?”
    She walked around him, found a bottle and a glass, and poured herself a stiff hooker. “Hollywood,” she said. I watched her neck go back as she lifted the glass and downed the drink.
    “What kind of a remark is that?”
    “You ought to know,” Daisy answered. “You’ve been out here long enough to have heard the stories. Thirty years ago a director named Taylor was murdered. Nobody ever found out who did it or why. But you’ve heard rumors, haven’t you? About big names who hushed things up with other murders?”
    Her voice lowered. “Didn’t you ever hear the rumor about Tom Ince, the producer? They said he died suddenly of poison, but there’s another story, too. About a murder, and about a big fix, because of the big names involved. And there are other cases—plenty of them.
    “Harry, listen to me. Whoever killed Ryan must be crazy. You heard what Mark told us, what the detective said about how Ryan was killed. Anybody who’d do that wouldn’t be afraid to