"How about a little dance?" she demanded. "My boy friend," she confided, as they swung into the rhythm of the music, "passed out, and they had to put him to bed."
She talked incessantly, but Clayton managed to ask her if she knew Rhonda Terry.
"Know Rhonda Terry! I should say I do. She's in Samoa now starring in her husband's new picture."
"Her husband! Is she married?"
"Yes, she's married to Tom Orman, the director. Do you know her?"
"I met her once," replied Clayton.
"She was all broken up over Stanley Obroski's death, but she finally snapped out of it and married Tom. Obroski sure made a name for himself in Africa. Say, that bunch is still talking about the way he killed lions and gorillas with one hand tied behind him."
Clayton smiled politely.
After the dance she drew him over to a sofa on which two men were sitting. "Abe," she said to one of the men, "here's a find for you. This is Mr. Potkin, Mr. Clayton, Abe Potkin, you know; and this is Mr. Puant, Dan Puant, the famous scenarist."
"We've been watching Mr. Clayton," replied Potkin.