Jim stood up.
“Go ahead with your lunches. I’ll skip up and get the script and rejoin you. It won’t take five minutes.”
REHEARSALS AGAIN
Jim Hill hastened away, but it was fifteen minutes before he returned with a large envelope with the manuscript. When he arrived his face was flushed and he was breathing rapidly.
“What’s the matter?” asked Helen, who sensed that Jim was greatly upset.
“Plenty. It was a good thing I got there when I did.”
“You mean someone was after the manuscript?” demanded Janet.
“I mean someone had it,” retorted Jim. “But I got it back and without much trouble.”