“A Mr Halliday’s calling you.”
Simon went into the outer office and took the telephone.
“A fine thing,” said Dick Halliday. “Don’t you ever take a holiday?”
“I don’t seem to have much chance,” said the Saint.
“Now I suppose you’re out of a job again.”
“It looks like it. We’ve all just had a speech from a legal gent named Braunberg, and we’re all out. But being treated right.”
“That’s quite a break for Lazaroff and Kendricks,” Dick said. “I hear that Goldwyn has been offering all kinds of money to get them back.”
A formation of butterflies looped and rolled in the Saint’s stomach.
“But I thought he’d sworn they were never going to get another job in Hollywood.”
“I know. But you know what this town is like. It seems that Goldwyn read a story about how Zanuck hired a man who kicked his behind and told him he was a lousy producer, so now he wants to have a sense of humor too. Besides, the last job they did for him is a terrific success right now. So he wants to forgive them and double their salary.”