"Got a lot of friends here, I suppose."
"No one knows me here."
"Perhaps I can be of service to you," suggested the young man. "I am an old timer here—been here two years. Nothing to do—glad to show you around. My name is Reece."
Clayton considered for a moment. He had come to see Hollywood. A guide might be helpful. Why not this young man as well as some one else? "It is kind of you," he said.
"Well, then, how about a little lunch? I suppose you would like to see some of the motion picture celebrities—they all do."
"Naturally!" admitted Clayton. "They are the most interesting denizens of Hollywood."
"Very well! We'll go to the Brown Derby. You'll see a lot of them there."
As they alighted from a taxi in front of the Brown Derby, Clayton saw a crowd of people lined up on each side of the entrance. It reminded him of the crowds he had seen at the station welcoming the famous Balza.
"They must be expecting a very important personage," he said to Reece.
"Oh, these boobs are here every day," replied the young man.