But the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with the video-tapes director, a squat, mean looking man named Lenny who scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his mouth.

The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing, she remembered, WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the university. Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!

"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him.

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress."

"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you into coming down here tonight."