Janet nodded. “He couldn’t have been much worse.”
“He’s got a reputation for driving his casts just before the final show. Sometimes he gets marvelous results; then, again, the thing will fall flat with everyone all worn out.”
“He’s trying to break us in two,” grumbled Curt, whose feet were hurting.
Jim Hill took them down to his office and they ordered sandwiches sent in while they went over the manuscript. It had been given the approval of the continuity chief and was to be incorporated into the program.
“I think it’s good stuff,” said Janet as she laid down the script. “You’ve caught the spirit of the picture at last. If this doesn’t boom public interest in ‘Kings of the Air’ to a high pitch, I’ll be a very mistaken young lady.”
The others agreed with her that Jim had struck the right note.
“Now the thing to do is to get Adolphi to swing it through for me tomorrow night. He can if he wants to.”
“That’s a real question, too,” said Curt. “I suspect he’s the guy behind all of the trouble and we’ll find Rachel Nesbit right in with him.”
They left a few minutes later, Jim Hill taking the precious manuscript with him.
Parting on Sixth Avenue, Jim signalled for a cab.