"Mr. Blackson, in the camera room, says he heard Russ say he was going to the Odeon Theater," Miss Miller stated. "He is trying to get one of his attachments tried there."
"Where is the Odeon?" asked Alice, nervously drumming with her fingers on the telephone shelf.
"It's on Eightieth Street somewhere. Wait, I'll look up the telephone number for you. They take our service, you know."
In a few seconds Miss Miller had given the desired information, and then Alice said "good-bye" to her, frantically working the receiver hook of her instrument up and down to call the attention of the main central operator.
"And give them a good, long ring!" Alice added, as she gave the number. "It's very important."
"Very well," answered central.
There came more waiting. It was a bad time to get anyone, for it was now shortly after six o'clock, just when most persons were leaving for home or supper.
"Can't you get them?" asked Ruth, as Alice opened the 'phone booth door for a breath of air.
"I'm trying, dear. He'd left the studio, but may be at a moving picture theater. There, they've answered at last!"
Alice pulled the door shut with her disengaged hand, and spoke eagerly into the transmitter.