"Look," said Tim, worriedly, "there's been something worrying me ever since we took these shots yesterday. Now I know what it is. Let's get out of here and I'll buy you a drink."
"Shhhhhh!" insisted Hammer.
"Stop it," returned Woodart.
"Make notes," said Hammer. "I want to see these rushes to the close."
"But—"
"But nothing. Tell me later."
"Let's go," said Tim plaintively.
"It'll only be a minute. What are you worrying about?"
Tim looked at the stage. This was a comic shot. In it, the head of the butler filled the stage and looked out at the audience through half-closed eyes. A middle distance shot previously had shown the butler taking a sniff of pepper, this was the aftermath—
"No!" yelled Woodart.