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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Author’s Note
  31. Acknowledgements
  32. About the Author
  33. Letter from Author

Spencer held up his pencil. ‘Wait a minute. You heard about a girl causing problems? What do you mean by “problems”?’

‘Oh Christ! I was just told that there had been a problem. I think she was young and immature and I was told afterwards to make sure that any of the girls we sent to these first nights were given strict instructions: if anyone made an unwanted approach, we encouraged them to leave immediately and then they should report back to Mr. Foxley.’

Again Spencer held up his pencil. ‘So what you’re saying is Mr. Foxley knew that he was sending these girls into a situation which could easily end up with the expectation of sexual favors?’

Simon had to wipe his face again. ‘I am not getting into this because it had nothing to do with me. When I was told that they needed six girls, or four girls, for a first night, I would call them up. As I keep on saying, they were eager to accept. These girls hoped to get discovered at these events: there were photographers, journalists . . . A number of times these girls were photographed and got onto the front page of the top gossip papers. I mean, they were encouraged to mingle with the cast and crew, and therefore had every opportunity to meet directors and producers at these parties. But Mr. Foxley was often there to personally supervise the girls.’

Spencer flicked through his notebook again. ‘These parties, as you just said, would take place before the film began and afterwards at certain top hotels like The Ritz, The Savoy, The Dorchester?’

‘Yes, yes. The producers spared no expense on these events.’

‘So often a lot of these people involved with the movie would be staying at the hotels?’

‘Yes, I suppose they would.’

‘Can I take you back to the girl you said was a problem? Can you give me any indication what that problem was?’

‘No, I can’t! I wasn’t working here at that time. You have to understand this is a fledgling company, which now, due to the circumstances of Mr. Foxley’s death, is no longer functional.’

Spencer turned back to the notes he made with Jane in the accountant’s office. ‘So, KatWalk was making losses from the moment it was opened, is that right?’

‘Yes, because we had to get the girls on our books. So Mr. Foxley ran the company at a loss until he felt we could begin earning. I had also booked a number of sportsmen for advertising purposes.’

‘Can you give me the names of the girls you know were at the last premiere? I recall the last time I was here I saw a very tall red-haired girl who appeared to be carrying an envelope stuffed with money, a lot more than I would say would cover a taxi and a hired gown.’