Jim whistled softly to himself.
“So that’s how it stands.” Janet and Helen weren’t sure whether he was talking to them or to himself.
The continuity writer pushed back his chair and stared at them appraisingly.
“I wish you’d help me and I’ll promise that your script won’t be stolen from your hotel room. What do you say?”
Janet looked at Helen, and her companion nodded approvingly. The decision was easy to make for Jim was likeable and both of the girls wanted the broadcast to be a success.
“All right, we’ll do it,” said Janet.
“You mean you’ll do it,” Helen corrected her. “I’m not good as a writer and you can fairly make a typewriter talk. I’ll just hang around and give you whatever advice I can and try not to be a nuisance.”
“Say, that’s great,” said the continuity writer. “When can you begin?”
“As soon as we are through rehearsing this afternoon,” promised Janet.
“How long will it take?”