There was a flicker of her right eyelid, barely visible to Helen and Curt, and they caught its meaning and played the parts Janet wanted.
“Then that means they won’t be able to bolster up the program for Ace Pictures,” wailed Helen. “The World Broadcasting Company will probably lose its contract.”
“Yep, and we’ll all lose our jobs,” groaned Curt. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now. We might as well go back to the hotel. We’ll report to Director Adolphi in the morning. Think you can walk if I steady you?” The question was aimed at Janet.
“I’ll make it all right,” she said, but the steadying influence of Curt’s arm was welcome,
They walked down the corridor, across the reception lobby, and then sped downward in an elevator.
When they were outside and comfortably ensconced in a taxi, Helen faced her companion.
“Is the manuscript safe?” she asked.
“Unless Radio City burns down,” replied Janet.
“Well, for goodness sake, where is it?”
“I slipped it under the rug in Jim’s office and spread the sheets out so there won’t be a hump which would attract attention. I’ll have to get up early and phone him at the studio for he’s coming down to start the revision of my material.”