Midnight passed and finally the clock struck one A. M.
“I’m too sleepy to stay up any longer,” admitted Helen.
“Oh, wait half an hour more,” urged Janet, and Helen agreed.
It was 1:20 when Director Thorne reached home. There were hollows under his eyes and he looked unusually tired, but in his eyes burned a spirit of elation that fatigue could not beat down. Mrs. Thorne, in a dressing gown, joined them.
“What’s the decision?” asked Helen.
“We’re going to work out the climax along the line suggested by Janet,” replied her father. “Rexler called two of the writers down and they’re working right on through the night on a new treatment for the whole script. It must be done tomorrow noon. We’re to start shooting next week. It means another bouquet for you, Janet.”
Janet blushed. “It was just luck.”
“No, it wasn’t luck. It was good, clear thinking and the ability to recall a worthwhile incident. Incidentally, both of you are going into the cast of ‘Kings of the Air’.”
“But, Dad, you can’t mean that!” exclaimed Helen.
“I mean just that,” retorted her father, “and I wasn’t the one who suggested it. Rexler insists that you be included. It’s his way of trying to repay Janet for her suggestion.”