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Miss Lamar, instead of crying out as she was supposed to do, just crumpled up silently. So" thumbing over a page "we work back to scene twelve. She she was not in that at all. Scene eleven " Slowly, carefully, Kennedy went through each scene to the beginning.
He liked a laugh, had a lazy, jolly humor of his own. Dorr had finished drill, and come up, as he did every day, to freshen himself with an hour's talk to this warm, blundering fellow. Dorr had no near relations; Lamar they had played marbles together stood to him where a younger brother might have stood. Yet, as they talked, he could not help his keen eye seeing him just as he was.
Seeing Oscar, he went inside and brought out some letters and newspapers, which he delivered in silence. "This is Lamar post-office," announced Oscar. "There must be some mail here for me," said Armitage.
You see, in addition to directing Stella Lamar I have been in general charge of production and most of the casting is up to me." Kennedy entered after Werner, interested, and I followed. The door through to the reception room stood open and beyond was the one to Manton's quarters. I could see the promoter at his desk, receiver at his ear, an impatient expression upon his face.
I got it from some of the other men here that he has been speculating on the curb downtown, losing consistently. More than that, he's engaged to Stella Lamar you knew that? and he's been blowing money on her. Then they tell me his professional work is suffering, that his recent screen appearances are terrible; the result of late hours and worry, I suppose." "The fight with Phelps was over money?"
"She cared most for you always," Lamar had said, bitterly; "why have you waited so long?" "You loved her first, John, you know." That was like a man! He remembered that even that day, when his pain was breathless and sharp, the words made him know that Dorr was fit to be her husband. Dorr was his friend. The word meant much to John Lamar. He thought less meanly of himself, when he remembered it.
"It is true that Werner had the best motive, so far as we know now, but it's a fantastic one. Men don't commit cold-blooded murder just to create a vacancy for a movie star. If Werner was going to kill Miss Lamar he never would have written this note about Miss Faye." "Unless to divert suspicion," I suggested. He shook his head. "The whole thing's too bizarre."
But now, a long rope had been hitched fast to the front axle, and fully two dozen students had hold of this, fresh ones continually taking the places of those who became tired out. As it was, Sam and Tom went around twice, and then fell out to rest. "Say, Washer," said a student named Lamar to his close chum, "here's a chance to square up with old Filbury for the way he treated us."
In that dying flash of comprehension, it may be, the wrongs of the white man and the black stood clearer to his eyes than ours: the two lives trampled down. The stern face of the boatman bent over him: he was trying to stanch the flowing blood. Lamar looked at him: Hall saw no bitterness in the look, a quiet, sad question rather, before which his soul lay bare.
The back who had kicked the ball was near the northern side, too far away to interfere, and Lamar, the runner, covering the ground like a deer, hugged the southern line. "There were only two men in his way, and they made the mistake of keeping too close together, so that, as Lamar neared them, he made a superb dodge and slipped by both of them at once.
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