Tangled Tapestry. Anne Mather

embarrassing scene. Besides, what could happen to her? The office was glass-panelled, and all eyes would be on them, anyway.

      The office held a couple of easy armchairs, a low desk and several telephones. Emmet Morley seated himself behind the desk and waved to one of the armchairs. ‘Sit down, for heaven’s sake. I’m not going to eat you! You look positively petrified!’

      ‘Well, quite frankly, I am rather nervous,’ she said, subsiding on to an armchair, and then seeing that by doing so she was out of sight of the rest of the studio because the glass panelling only started some three feet from the floor, standing up again.

      ‘You’ve no reason to be so,’ remarked Morley impatiently. ‘Good God! Sit down. What on earth experience has made you act like this? Did some guy attack you, or something?’

      Debra stiffened her shoulders. ‘Of course not. It’s merely that all this is beyond me, and I wish it were over and done with. I can’t think what we have to say to one another. Everybody is staring at me as though I were a freak or something! Do I look like a freak?’

      Morley’s hard features relaxed into a smile. ‘Anything but! You’re a particularly attractive girl. Surely you know that without me telling you? Sure you do. Even a girl like you couldn’t be so dumb!’

      ‘And is that all this is about?’ exclaimed Debra disbelievingly.

      Morley hesitated. ‘More or less,’ he muttered evasively. ‘Now, will you sit down?’

      Debra did so unwillingly, and accepted a cigarette from the box he offered to her. After it was lit, Emmet Morley studied her silently for a while before saying:

      ‘What part of England do you come from, Miss Warren?’

      Debra shrugged. ‘I don’t suppose you’d have heard of it. It’s a place called Valleydown, in Sussex. It’s actually about thirty miles from London.’

      ‘I see. And your parents? Do you live with them?’

      ‘No. My parents are dead.’

      Emmet Morley leaned forward interestedly. ‘Is that so? How did they die?’

      Debra frowned. ‘I don’t see what that has to do with anything.’

      ‘Just answer the question, Miss Warren,’ muttered Morley impatiently.

      Debra compressed her lips in annoyance. What right had this man to speak to her so peremptorily? But she still answered him, albeit a little sulkily. ‘They were killed. In a train crash. When I was just a baby.’

      ‘So? Go on, who brought you up?’

      ‘You want my life history, Mr. Morley?’

      ‘More or less, Miss Warren. Go on … please.’

      Debra sighed. ‘I was brought up by my aunt, Aunt Julia, that is.’

      ‘I see.’ He lay back in his chair. ‘Tell me, kid, what do you know about Elizabeth Steel?’

      ‘Elizabeth Steel?’ Debra shook her head. ‘Why, hardly anything. I mean, I know she was very famous, and that she was killed in a plane crash, but that’s about all. Why?’

      Morley did not answer her. Instead he said: ‘She was famous, very famous, as you say. And very popular, too, if a little conceited sometimes. Her death was a tragedy for us all. She was only forty-three, and no one could have guessed even that. She was at the peak of her career.’ He sighed heavily. ‘That happened a little over ten years ago, when you’d have been—how old?’

      Debra thought for a moment. ‘Twelve, I suppose.’

      ‘Hmn! Interesting, very interesting.’ Morley’s eyes were uncomfortably intent.

      Debra lifted her shoulders. ‘Mr. Morley, what is all this about? I mean, you invite me in here, you want to know my life history and now you start asking me about some film star who’s been dead over ten years! I mean, it just doesn’t add up. I’m sorry this Steel woman is dead, of course. But I don’t see what I have to do with any of it.’

      Emmet Morley stubbed out his cigar. ‘Okay, okay, Miss Warren. Don’t blow your top. We’ll leave it—for now at any rate. Just out of interest, do you remember your parents?’

      Debra frowned. ‘Not at all. Why?’ She sounded distrait.

      Morley shrugged. ‘Cool it, Miss Warren,’ he advised her sardonically. ‘I have my reasons, believe me, for this interrogation. But I don’t think it would be fair at this time to voice them. I’m sorry, kid, but there it is.’

      Debra stood up and walked to the door. ‘Can I go now?’

      ‘I guess,’ he replied lacontcally, and standing up as well followed her out of the office and across the studio floor again to where Lucy Powell was waiting with the children. She looked bored and impatient, and relinquished her charges with some relief. Then, as Debra was about to suggest it was time to leave, Emmet Morley said:

      ‘Say, you kids, how’d you like to see your Miss Warren take a screen test?’

      Debra turned to him, compressing her lips angrily. ‘Oh, really—’

      ‘We sure would!’ exclaimed Pete Lindsay, her freckle-faced pupil.

      ‘That’s for sure!’ echoed the others.

      ‘Go on, Miss Warren, be a dare-devil!’

      ‘They may make you a television star,’ exclaimed Sheralyn dreamily. ‘Oh, Miss Warren, fancy working with Ross Madison!’

      All the children were enthusiastic, seeing this as an excuse to stay away from school a bit longer. Debra herself was convinced Emmet Morley had deliberately appealed to the children on her behalf because he knew she would have refused had they been alone. As it was, she felt she would look small and petty if she refused. And also she was sure that this was what Morley had wanted all along, but like the shrewd man he was, he had waited until the perfect opportunity presented itself so that she could not refuse.

      ‘Mr. Morley,’ she began slowly, ‘I really think it’s time we were leaving. I’m sorry, but—’

      ‘Nonsense!’ exclaimed Emmet Morley, his faint frown an indication that she was annoying him too. ‘What are you so scared of here, Miss Warren? We’re not monsters, we’re only human beings, the same as everyone else.’

      ‘I … I’m not scared!’ exclaimed Debra furiously.

      ‘Then what have you to lose? Take the test!’

      Debra clenched her fists. ‘You’re … you’re making it practically impossible for me to refuse.’ She glanced round at the children. ‘You know perfectly well that if I do refuse it will seem churlish. Besides disappointing the children!’

      ‘Exactly. So what are we hanging about for?’ he remarked dryly.

      Debra’s eyes met his for a moment, and then she capitulated. ‘Oh, very well. But I still think it’s all rather ridiculous!’

      Lucy Powell, who had been standing close by listening, moved nearer to Debra as Morley walked away to arrange for the test. She gave Debra a studied glance, and then said: ‘What gives? Are you some relation of his?’

      ‘Of course not,’ exclaimed Debra, rather shortly, and then added contritely: ‘I’ve no idea what’s going on. Do many people take tests?’

      ‘A fair number. But not like this, straight off the cuff, so to speak. There are always hundreds of people, men and women, all hanging around waiting to get “discovered” as they say. But in your case you have the satisfaction of knowing that what’s happening to you is practically a unique experience.’

      ‘But why?’

      ‘That’s what I’d like to know. I’ve never known Morley interest himself in unknowns before, except when he expects to make a deal