“That’s mine!”
“And I guess that’s mine!” exclaimed Mr. Martin, pointing to a box just like it on the table. “Has that two old photograph albums in it?”
“Yes, it has,” answered the movie actor. “And has the box you have there some wigs in?”
“It has,” answered Mr. Martin.
“Thank goodness! Now I can go on with my picture. I really need certain wigs and false whiskers, because I used them earlier in the film, and it would look strange to see me go into a room with one sort of beard on and come out with quite another, which might happen. I am glad to get my own box back again.”
“And I am glad to get back my right box, the one with the albums in it,” said Mr. Martin, opening the second package and making sure the Cardwell albums were within.
Then the actor explained how, in the hurry and bustle of getting to New York and looking after matters there, one of his men had packed and shipped the wrong box.
“I did not find it out until yesterday when I wanted to get ready to finish making this picture,” said Mr. Portnay.
“And I did not open the box you shipped me by express, for of course I thought it was the right one,” said Mr. Martin. “It was a series of mistakes all around.”
“Well, I’m glad it has ended now,” said the actor.