CHAPTER IX
FLASH ACCEPTS AN OFFER
Flash stepped forward into George Doyle’s view. The soundman saw him and lapsed into confused silence.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help hearing,” Flash apologized. “I don’t mind saying I’m curious about this proposition which wouldn’t interest me.”
“You’re not Flash Evans?” inquired the stranger before Doyle could find his voice.
“Yes, sir, I am.”
“Flash, this is our district manager, Mr. Clewes,” Doyle said unwillingly. “We were just speaking of your fine work at Indianapolis.”
“Yes,” nodded Mr. Clewes, “as I mentioned in my telegram, those pictures were the best we’ve had in months! The sound effects were fairly good, too.”
Flash glanced at Doyle who shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.
“Thank you, sir,” he said politely to the district manager. “I didn’t happen to see your wire.”
Mr. Clewes gazed questioningly at the sound technician.