Flash had been relieved to learn that News-Vue paid all traveling expenses. The arrangement, however, had one distinct drawback. He and Doyle were expected to share the same room.
“We see too much of each other as it is,” thought Flash. “Before the end of a month we won’t be on speaking terms.”
They registered at the Clarinda Hotel and inquired for mail. There was none. The anticipated orders from the News-Vue Company had not yet arrived.
The newsreel men both were tired and dirty from their long journey.
“Me for the tub,” Doyle announced.
Slamming the bathroom door behind him, he started the water running, and remained soaking for nearly an hour. Flash became irritated at the long delay.
“Say, have you gone to bed in there?” he called at last. “You’re not the only dirty pebble on the beach!”
Doyle did not answer, nor would he hurry. He took another half hour to dress. Finally be unlocked the door and sauntered out.
“What’s all the shouting about, Flash?”
“You’ve been in there exactly an hour and a half!”