“He made me bring him here, introducing him as a new discovery to be
starred in _Red Thirst_—I’d mentioned the picture to him, before
I—knew. How he must have laughed at me! He made me serve him, keeping
away photographers, making sure that there were no cameras, no mirrors
near him. And for a reward—he let me live.”
* * * * *
I knew I should feel contempt for Hardy, panderer to such a loathsome
evil. But somehow I couldn’t.