RANSVESTIA

The expression of shock in Jean's eyes covered her thoughts. "What!" Her hands came up to her face. "Oh, however could you say such a thing!"

"I didn't say it!" snapped Lincoln, stretching the truth. "It's all over town. It seems that every one knows but your studio bosses."

"Oh!" Jean sat down in an armchair, her cheeks flaming. "Oh!" She stared wide-eyed at the detective.

Lincoln meanwhile was feeling cold chills again. Her reaction to his accusations was surprising to say the least. He had the feeling now, but he desperately didn't want to believe it, that Cathy Lord had been pretty close to the truth. It would explain Robert Cort's funny attitude, too. Suddenly, Glen Lincoln felt quite sick. He really didn't want any part of this at all any more.

Tears were flowing freely down Jean Rodriguez' face. "So that's why Angie took off," she sobbed.

"Yeah, probably," Lincoln's tone was sour even to himself.

"It's just for the children," said Jean, searching unsuccessfully for something to wipe her eyes.

Lincoln handed her a handkerchief. "What do you mean?" he asked.

'Angie couldn't stand to have the children hurt." said Jean tearfully. "Not even by an untrue rumor!"

Lincoln started. "You mean she's not a lesbian?" he asked bluntly.

Jean was really shocked. "Whatever Angie is," she snapped through her tears, "Angie Saunders is not a lesbian."

"But she doesn't live with her husband," Lincoln took a shot in the dark.

"Well," Jean was mopping up her ravaged face now. "They do both. live here, and they go out together."

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