The secretary smiled in his superior manner.
“Real counterfeiters can counterfeit anything,” he informed them.
“Then let me have mine back until we can place them side by side with this other girl’s,” demanded Linda.
Sprague shook his head.
“I’m sorry, madam, but it’s too late to do that now. They have already been handed over to our private detective, I’m sure.”
“How soon will he give them back?” asked Dot.
“Tomorrow, probably.”
“Where is this double of mine?” questioned Linda, with astonishing directness. “On the lot?”
“No. She’s at Spring City now—or rather, on her way to the coast. She’s due here tomorrow afternoon, flying into the Los Angeles airport, to begin her part in the rehearsals.”
“We’ll be there to meet her,” announced Linda, with determination. “What time?”