Keithletgoofmyhandafterhalfaminute,andIlookedathimangrily.Heisreallyamanofhisword.Icanholdonalittlelonger,butnomatterwhat.BecausewhenItookKeithandAstonintothestudio,myfunbegan.
ItookthemfirsttointroducethemselvestoDirectorWeirandDr.Martin.Dr.MartinwasalittlesuspiciouswhenItoldhimKeithhadreturnedtoNewYork.SoIliedagain,sayingthatthisguyhadfinishedthebusiness,soIdidn'tgoback.DrMartinsaidnothingotherthantoexplainthedetailsofthestuntmanwhosemainactorplayedthevillainleaderandhisright-handman.Tomorrow,let'sbeinthefirstscene.
I'vebeenlookingforRichard.NowRichardistalkingtothetechdepartmentabouttomorrow'sexplosivedevicequeue,nexttoaclumsySeelane.Isawhimstandinginthecornerofthestudioandsmiled.WhenIcameuptohim,hecoughedafewtimesandaskedhimtolookatme.
"What?"Heturnedaround,lookingrestless.Thisisnotbecauseofme,butbecauseofthewestlanebehind.
"Myhusbandishere,"Isaidbriefly,buthisfacesuddenlywrinkled.
"Whatareyoutalkingabout?"
"Iknow,"andpretendedtolookatAstonandKeithinthemiddleofthestudio.