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SECOND WIFE
IT was going to break records. It was probably going to be the biggest box-office smash of the year. It might even win the Academy award.
Carol Duncan sat on the second stair, her elbows on her knees, her forehead in her hands, and with a desperate sick hopelessness faced the fact that she was licked. She had lost him. And there wasn't anything more she could do about it. She just wasn't good enough. Or rather, Sybil Kent was too darned good. Sybil with her . . .
Carol rose slowly and, with her hand on the banister, paused a moment. No use mentally maligning Sybil. William Keith had wanted her and had married her five years ago and now after two years of divorce and one year of being married to Carol Duncan, it looked as if he preferred Sybil after all.
Sybil was one of the best of the glamour girls. But on her own not much of an actress. William Keith had to beat almost every move out of her. Under his direction she had risen to
popularity and in the two years without it she had slipped.
William Keith had divorced her because of her weakness for blond crooners and because of her temper, which was undoubtedly the meanest in Hollywood. He had refused to direct any more of her pictures because he was sick and tired of that temper, not only at home, but on the sets. He was sick of hours wasted because she kept everyone else who worked with her continually on edge. He told the producers he was either through directing Sybil Kent or he was off the lot for good. The producers had tried four pictures with Sybil under other directors. And then they had gone back to Keith and begged. They said that Sybil was promising this and that. Remember how good their pictures together had been? What had he ever done compared to "Adrift" and "Midnight Love?" Keith had reflected and relented.
And Sybil was making good on her promises. She knew what was good for her. And she was showing Keith again all the things that had made him want to marry her seven years before. It wasn't only the glamour. It was that and the surprise of her competence in other things. Her brilliant wit, the way she could ride a horse, or swing a golf club,
In another awful second, she saw that it was Sybil, his ex-wife. "I hope you don't mind." Sybil said. "He asked me to come"
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