Janet and Helen, more than a little perplexed by the sudden turn of events, couldn’t help smiling while the photographers clicked their machines.
Then several reporters, who had remained in the background until the photographers were through, pushed ahead.
“Give us the dope, Mr. Thorne—who they are, where you found them, what you have in mind for them? Do you really think they’re good?”
“Good?” asked Henry Thorne slowly. “Good? They’re two of the finest possibilities that ever struck Hollywood. Boys, you don’t know how enthusiastic I am.”
“Think they’ll be big box office?” one reporter asked.
“As far as I’m concerned, they’re box office attractions right now and they are going to be under my personal management and supervision.”
Janet chuckled quietly for she could see the trend of Henry Thorne’s conversation.
“Sure, sure, we’ll admit they’re good,” said another reporter, “but who are they and where did you find them?”
Henry Thorne paused a moment as though deciding a question of tremendous importance.
“Well, gentlemen, of course I hadn’t expected the office would tip you off on my arrival. I’d rather planned on slipping in quietly and giving these girls a chance to get used to Hollywood, but I suppose I might as well tell you now. I want you to meet my daughter, Helen, and her friend, Janet Hardy.”