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“Check those,” Judith urged. “There’s got to be a

Carp somewhere.”

“I’ll try,” Renie said, “but sometimes it’s tricky to

get into the unofficial sites. At least it is for me. Meanwhile, I’ll print out the stuff we’ve already seen.

There’s quite a bit of information about Bruno’s films,

of course.”

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rope. The program had moved on to the Pacific, where

General Douglas MacArthur was wearing his game

face. Bill was adding another section to his chart.

“Joe,” Judith said with a sigh, “I thought you were

detecting.”

“I am,” Joe replied. “I’m like Hercule Poirot, letting

my little gray cells cogitate.”

Bill gave Judith an accusing look. “You didn’t let

me finish explaining my chart.”

“You’re right,” Judith said, sitting down on the sofa

arm. “Really, I am interested. Show me.”

While Bill wrestled with his unwieldy chart, Joe reluctantly turned off the TV as a mushroom cloud exploded over Hiroshima. Bill picked up his bamboo

skewer just as Renie burst into the living room.

“Hey!” she cried. “I found something. There’s a

whole Web site devoted to The Gasman and its origins.”

Judith turned to look at her cousin. “What does it

say?”

“I don’t know,” Renie replied. “It’s kind of long, so

I’m printing it out.” She saw her husband with his chart

and pointer. “Oops. Sorry, Bill. Am I interrupting?”

“You usually are,” Bill said with a long-suffering

air.

“Go ahead,” Joe urged, nodding at Bill. “I’d like to

hear this, too. It might help me . . . cogitate.”

“What’s that new section?” Judith asked, noting that

two more circles had been added.

“Morris Mayne and Eugenia Fleming,” Bill replied

with a tap for each of the turquoise circles.

“You’re right,” Judith said. “We can’t ignore them.

They were here last night, too. What else can you tell

us?”

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“I’ve been thinking about this,” Bill began, tapping

the corner of the chart. “We’re talking about Hollywood, and we should keep a few things in mind. One

is power. Who has it here? Bruno, of course. He was

one of the most powerful men in the movie industry.

That’s a very exclusive club. Who else, then?”

Judith felt she was in the classroom with Bill, and

automatically raised her hand. “Winifred? She was so

close to Bruno.”

Bill nodded solemnly. “That’s right. If nothing else,

Winifred would have had the power to say yes to a proposal or a script. Anyone in Hollywood can say no. But

saying yes is a risk. Winifred was probably able to do

that because of her close association with Bruno.”

“Then Eugenia would have power, too,” Judith conjectured, “because she’s Bruno’s agent?”

“Only to the extent of allowing access to the people

in her stable,” Bill replied. “Eugenia also represents

Dirk, doesn’t she? The amount of her power depends

more on her clients’ clout.”

“What about Morris?” Joe asked.

“Morris Mayne is a studio flack,” Bill said, tapping

the smaller of the circles in his addendum. “Morris can

be replaced on a whim. The only way publicists have

any power is if they’re keeping a secret. Let’s say, covering up for Angela’s overdose today.”

“Blackmail,” Joe said. “Morris is more likely a victim than a perp because he knows too much. Blackmailers are always vulnerable.”

The room went silent for a few moments as the foursome reflected. Finally, Renie spoke. “Angela and Dirk

are bankable. Doesn’t that give them some power?”

“Dirk, yes,” Bill said. “But not Angela. She’s a big

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star, though I doubt that a producer or a studio could

get a large investment on her name alone. Bruno could

and did with Dirk.”

“What about Chips Madigan?” Joe asked. “He’s a

successful director.”

Bill shook his head. “Chips is under contract to

Paradox. His power is limited. In fact,” he continued,

tapping at several of the smaller circles, “no one here

really has power except Bruno, Winifred, and Dirk.

Writers in particular are way down on the food chain.”

“Ellie had power,” Judith pointed out. “She was the

reason Bruno got a big chunk of money for The Gas-

man.”

Again, Bill shook his head. “That was a fluke. Ellie

had connections, which isn’t the same. Until now, her

father wasn’t a player.”

“But,” Renie said, “do people murder for power in

Hollywood? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such a

thing.”

Bill pointed the pointer at Renie. “That’s right,” he

said approvingly. “They don’t. If Bruno was murdered,

I doubt that power was a motive.”

“You really think he was murdered?” Judith said eagerly.

Bill shrugged. “How do I know? But you and Joe

seem to be operating on that premise. Judging from the

studio’s involvement, they are, too.”

“So,” Renie inquired, “what’s the other factor besides power?”

“Factors, really,” Bill responded, then studied his

chart for a moment. “Image, for one. I realize it’s not

like it used to be in Hollywood, where studios manufactured images and personalities. Stars were shielded

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from bad publicity; they had to live up to certain standards. Of course they misbehaved, but either they were

protected from the press or the reporters themselves

turned a blind eye. Nowadays actors don’t have that

kind of buffer. And journalism is different—no turn

goes unstoned, as they say. The tabloids not only exploit the stars’ misdeeds, but they invent some of

them.” Bill took a deep breath. “All that being said, it’s

only human nature for actors to want to keep certain

unsavory things from the public. Such as Angela’s apparent cocaine habit.”

“Dirk, too?” Judith offered. “If he and Angela were

romantically involved, isn’t it possible that he also had

a coke addiction?”

“We don’t know about Dirk,” Bill replied. “Do we

have proof?”

On the sofa, Joe stretched out his legs. “Only the

coke dust my bride discovered in the downstairs powder room and traces I noticed in the bathroom Angela

and Dirk used after they commandeered Bruno’s room

last night.”

“But that could have been only Angela,” Bill

pointed out.

“What about the bathroom Angela and Ellie shared

the first night?” Judith inquired of Joe. “Did you notice

anything in there?”

Joe shook his head. “It could have been cleaned up,

of course.”

Judith persisted. “The night that Dirk roomed with

Ben, they had access to Bruno’s bathroom, because it’s

the largest and it’s shared by Rooms Three and Four.”

“Nothing there, either,” Joe responded. “Angela

may not have wanted to haul out her stash while she

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