"I'll tell you what," said the casting director; "there may be a minor part in it for you; I'll keep you in mind. If anything turns up, I'll give you a ring. Good-bye!"
Later in the day as Clayton was looking through an afternoon paper he saw a banner spread across the top of the theatrical page: Cyril Wayne To Do Tarzan. Famous Adagio Dancer Signed by Prominent Pictures for Stellar Role in Forthcoming Production.
A week passed. Clayton was preparing to leave California and return home. The telephone in his room rang. It was the casting director at Prominent Pictures. "Got a bit for you in the Tarzan picture," he announced. "Be at the studio at seven-thirty tomorrow morning."
Clayton thought a moment. "All right," he said; "seven-thirty."
He felt that it might be an interesting experience that would round out his stay in Hollywood.
"Say, you," shouted the assistant director, "what's your name?"
"Clayton."