The Ace plant, one of the largest in Hollywood, was built in a rambling Spanish style.
Where most automobiles were stopped at the main gate, Henry Thorne sent his car rolling right on through and the gatekeeper waved and smiled. He stopped at a small office and a boy hurried out.
“Mr. Rexler wants to see you at once. It’s about your next picture.”
Henry Thorne scowled a little as he said, “Tell him I’ll be along in a few minutes.”
Turning to the girls, he explained, “Rexler is the general manager and I’ll have to see him, but I’ll take you to Roddy first.”
The creator of famous styles had his office and workshop in a rambling, one story white stucco building.
Roddy looked just as Henry Thorne had promised he would and Janet thought a good, strong wind might blow the little man away. But she liked him instantly, for his eyes twinkled when Henry Thorne explained his mission.
“And you’d like to have them look like real stars tonight?” he smiled.
“That’s the idea,” grinned Henry Thorne. “Maybe the publicity office wasn’t wrong in sending out the photographers and reporters this morning.”
Roddy stepped back and surveyed Janet and Helen with cold, analytical eyes.