The Film Mystery
20. The Banquet Scene
For once I qualified as a prophet. We were hardly in our rooms when the telephone rang
for Kennedy. It was District-Attorney Mackay, calling in from Tarrytown.
"My men have positive identification of one of the visitors to the Phelps home the night
after the murder," he reported.
"Fine!" exclaimed Kennedy. "Who was it? How did you uncover his trail?"
"You remember that my deputy heard the sound of a departing automobile? Well, we
have been questioning everyone. A citizen here, who returned home late at just about that
hour, remembers seeing a taxicab tearing through the street at a reckless rate. He came in
to see me this morning. He made a mental note of the license number at the time, and
while nothing stuck with him but the last three figures, three sixes, he was sure that it was
a Maroon taxi. We got busy and have located the driver who made the trip, from a stand
at Thirty-third all the way out and back. On the return he dropped his fare at the man's
apartment. The identification is positive."
"Who is it?" Kennedy became quite excited.
"Werner, the director."
"Werner!" in surprise. "What are you going to do?"
"Arrest him first--examine him afterward. I've sworn out the warrant already, and I'm
going to start in by car just as soon as we hang up. I thought I'd phone you first in case
you wanted to accompany me to the studio."
"We'll hurry there," Kennedy replied, "and meet you."
"No, up on the floor."
"You'll be there fifteen minutes to half an hour ahead of me. I hope there is no way for
anyone to tip him off so he can escape."
"We'll stop him if he attempts it."
The courtyard of the studio of Manton Pictures, Incorporated, was about the same as
upon the occasions of our previous visits except that I detected a larger number of cars
parked in the inclosure, including a number of very fine ones. Also, it seemed to me that