“Not much,” conceded Jim, running his fingers through his hair.
“What have you found out, Curt?”
The cowboy star likewise had nothing to contribute.
“I’ve got plenty of suspicions, but not a grain of proof,” he grumbled.
“That’s just it. We all have suspicions but no proof and this program must be in dress rehearsal tomorrow night and there can’t be any boners pulled then. We’ve simply got to solve this mystery before then. Until this is cleared up the script won’t be safe for a minute unless someone is with it all of the time.”
“Where is it now?” demanded Janet.
“In my office with the door locked and an office boy standing guard in front of the door.”
“That doesn’t sound very safe to me. Suppose someone well known should come along and send the boy on an errand. He’d leave the door and there your manuscript would be unprotected.”
“Oh, it’s safe enough,” smiled Jim. Then he paused suddenly.
“Say, maybe you’re right. That could happen, especially if one of the program directors or other officials happened along. I told the boy to be sure and stay on the job, but he’d run an errand for any one of them.”