Suppose you were a young married

couple moving today into a lovely wreck

of an old house in San Francisco and, in

the course of peeling layers of old wall-

paper off the walls, uncovered a huge,

red, foot-high handwritten script

scrawled in lipstick over one entire wall

that read: "Marion Marsh lived here,

June 14, 1926. Read it and weep!"

Would you be intrigued? Curious?

Would you do enough investigating to

find out that Marion Marsh had been a

starlet of the Twenties who got a first bit

part in a brief scene in a movie, made a

sensational impression, and was killed