24. THE VEIL IS LIFTED
Charlie turned to Tarneverro. In the deep-set eyes of the fortune-teller he saw a reluctant admiration. He smiled.
“I have been plenty dense,” he said. “This woman is on the scene by no coincidence. When you set up as lifter of the veil in Hollywood, you needed—what? Spies—spies to scatter about the place, and bring you morsels of gossip regarding film people. Your brother’s wife had suffered accident, she was no longer able to work at profession, she was penniless and alone. You sent for her. What more natural than that action? You helped her to position, that she might help you.”
Tarneverro shrugged. “You have a remarkable imagination, Mr. Chan.”
“No, no—you flatter me,” Charlie cried. “It has just been proved I have not imagination enough. Only one claim I mak
