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intercept him, saying, “Larry, Jenny asked me to …”
    “Wasn’t she great!” the orchestra leader said.
    “Superb. Listen, she asked me to tell you she’s a little tired now …” He turned to the insistent photographers and said with a trace of irritation, “Boys, I told you I’m sorry.”
    A woman with a large bouquet was trying to edge past the commissionaire. She said, “Mr. Kogan! This man apparentlydoesn’t realize. I’m Mrs. Glynne. You remember me. I’m chairman of the committee.”
    George stepped to her and gently took the flowers. “May I?”
    “But I wanted to thank her. In the name of the Children’s Fund. Really, more than ten thousand pounds …”
    “Just thirty seconds of her time,” the orchestra leader said, and then George, Mrs. Glynne, the photographers and the orchestra leader were all talking at the same time, as the commissionaire kept all the others back, saying “Sorry, madam. Sorry, sir.”
    Jason Brown leaned against the corridor wall near the dressing room and watched George Kogan handle the confusion expertly, placating them, thanking them in the name of Jenny Bowman, telling them she had given so much of herself to that splendid audience she was exhausted. In a little while the confusion dwindled as Larry, Mrs. Glynne and the photographers gave up and turned away. When it was apparent the commissionaire could handle it, George came slowly toward Jason Brown. He looked wearied and thoughtful, and he shook hands again and said, “Nice to see you, Jase.” Kogan was a man of great enthusiasms and a high order of organizational skill, but at this moment he looked subdued. “What are you doing over here?”
    “I came over to see Jenny.”
    George was immediately alert. “Now that seems interesting. And what would you come over here to see her about, Jase?”
    “Check over the script with her, when she has a chance.”
    Kogan pursued his lips. “Well, now! I’m reputed to be her manager, and little things like this come through me, don’t they? Doesn’t the studio like to set up these little things properly? Wouldn’t it have been common courtesy to let us know? And isn’t this a little bit out of your normal line of work?”
    Jason shrugged. “I’m on the script, George. Just say it was sort of spur of the moment. You know. Run over and check a couple of things out with Jenny.”
    George nodded. “Spur of the moment. I like that. Sid Wegler never did anything on impulse in his whole life, pal.”
    Jason sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ve never been any damned good at conspiracy. Wegler added two and two, and he got a little nervous. Believe me, George, I didn’t want to comeover, but I got mousetrapped. Maybe Wegler thinks I can be a steadying influence or something. Let me ask you this way, George. Is there any cause for alarm?”
    “You have to answer a question first, Brown. Whose side are you on?”
    Jason thought it over. “You get a compound answer. I will go through the motions for Wegler. But basically I’m on Jenny’s side. You should know that.”
    “I make a career out of suspicion. You’re right. I should know that. Yes, Jase, we have some cause for alarm. She’s been moody, blue, defiant, unpredictable. I had to book us into London or she would have blown the whole tour. She said it and meant it.”
    “What is she after?”
    “I don’t think she knows.”
    “Has she made contact?”
    “She’s been trying ever since the moment we got here. I’ve tried to tell her it is potentially a very damaging situation, but she’s at the state where she doesn’t seem to give a damn. If you can make her realize that, I’m going to be grateful to Sid Wegler for the first time in my life.” He hesitated. “You know how shrewd she is. She senses things. I better tell her I knew somebody was coming and forgot to tell her. It will set better. Come on, let’s go on in.”
    “Should I wait and see her later?”
    “She’ll want to see you now.” He