“You mean to say we’ll have to wait a whole hour?” demanded Dot, as the plane disappeared in the distance.
“That’s up to you,” returned Sprague, nonchalantly.
Mr. Von Goss reached into his pocket and extracted a clipping. It was the newspaper picture of Dot and Linda, with the fictitious names under it.
“Sprague showed me this,” he said, handing the clipping to Linda, with a suspicious look in his eyes.
Linda trembled in spite of herself, but Dot immediately explained how it had happened. Mr. Von Goss, however, looked doubtful of the truth of the story, and Sprague listened with a nasty grin on his face.
“We’ll have to talk this over later,” the director said finally. “I have an appointment now. As soon as the girl arrives, you better all come straight to the studio, where we can compare licenses, and so on.”
“Where is mine?” demanded Linda.
“Sprague’s keeping it. He’ll hand it over when the time comes.”
With a brief nod of good-bye, the two men drove away together, and the girls stood watching them in dismay.
“Something tells me that that young lady won’t be back here,” Dot said dismally.