“There are many women in the movie business, but more men, and I’ve found that women do like to work with women. Also, she knows that I’ve made topical films, so I’m comfortable taking pictures on the fly. Why do you ask?”

Bell smiled. “I believe you know my feelings about coincidences.”

“You dislike them, intensely.”

“Irina works for a firm that has caught my interest in the Talking Pictures case.”

“Imperial. Where you have Clyde set up.”

“But Imperial turns out to be something of an enigma. They’re spending a lot more money than they earn. No one knows where they get the money. They’ve raised an army of private detectives who are driving the Edison bulls out of Los Angeles.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“They seem to be doing it to court the independents.”

“That’s a brilliant way to ensure plenty of fresh product.”

“And suddenly they’re offering my wife a job. I have to wonder.”

“Oh. Well, put your mind to rest on that score. Irina didn’t telephone to offer me the job.”

“She didn’t?”

“She telephoned wondering when I might be coming to Los Angeles and to say hello and to ask my recommendation for someone to take pictures for The Iron Horse. I mentioned a few people who I thought would be up to it—Christina Bialobrzesky, for one. You remember her?”

“The ‘Polish countess’ with the New Orleans accent.”

“Irina thanked me, and then just as we were saying good-bye, almost as an afterthought, she asked would I have any interest in it.”

“Why didn’t she ask you first?”

“She assumed I was tied up with Preston. I assured her I was not. At any rate, to make a long story short, here I am—a genuine coincidence.”

“I am relieved to hear that,” said Isaac Bell. “But just to be on the safe side, how would you like to be a genuine detective?”

“Under you?”

“So to speak,” Bell returned her smile.

“What would it entail?”

“Keeping alert—with an eye to your own safety—to note anything out of the ordinary.”

“I must say that everything Irina told me about The Iron Horse was absolutely what I would expect of a firm that is making moving pictures.”

“I want to know what they are doing in addition to making moving pictures.”

THE VAN DORN DETECTIVE AGENCY’S Los Angeles field office was located in a two-story warehouse on Second Street on the edge of a section devoted to lumber, hardware, machinery, and paint. While the Los Angeles detectives longed loudly for as stylish an address as their counterparts enjoyed in New York, Chicago, and Washington, their comings and goings went unobserved by the wrong element thanks to a variety of entrances through back alleys and neighboring businesses.