“I suppose you ought, really,” replied Tom. “Mr. Hammond has been a very good friend of yours—of ours—Ruth, and I don’t see how in the world you can ignore an appeal like this.”
“You see!” cried Helen triumphantly. “I knew he’d agree with me! That’s what twin brothers are for!”
“Just what does Mr. Hammond have to say about his financial embarrassments?” asked Chess Copley. “Does he go into any details?”
“He can’t very well in a telegram,” Ruth replied. “Here,” taking the telegram from Tom and handing it over to Chess, “read for yourself and form your own conclusions.”
This was the message Helen and Chess read together.
“Am in great difficulties concerning production of Girl of Gold. Can you come to New York immediately? Unable to leave city.”
“J. A. Hammond.”
“The Girl of Gold,” Tom was ruminating aloud. “Wasn’t that the Western picture there was such keen competition over?”
“Yes,” returned Ruth eagerly. “The script was taken from the novel, you know, that made such a tremendous hit.”
“And the scenes were laid in the gold fields of Alaska,” Helen added as her contribution. “I remember the book. It certainly was a thriller.”