A second glass of water followed the first and she felt stronger as her head cleared.
“What happened?” she asked.
“That’s what we’d like to know,” said Curt. “We found you unconscious on the floor a few minutes ago and the place smelled like a hospital.”
“Look at Jim Hill’s desk and see if the right hand drawer has anything in it,” Janet whispered to Curt and the tall cowboy hurried away to do her bidding.
He returned almost instantly, shaking his head.
“Someone’s pried the drawer open with a jimmy,” he declared. “There isn’t a thing in the drawer.”
Helen looked stricken.
“Don’t tell me that manuscript you worked on all evening was in that drawer,” she said.
Janet looked beyond Helen and Curt to where half a dozen studio employees, most of them from the engineering department, were clustered looking at her and wondering what it was all about.
“I put the manuscript there just before I started down the hall,” nodded Janet. “It looks like it’s gone.”