She communicated the news to Curt and Helen and they fell silent, waiting and hoping that Jim would arrive.
Minutes ticked away and the taxi driver glanced uneasily at his meter and wondered about his pay.
“I’m going to call the studio and see if he returned there by any chance,” said Janet, driven to action in her desperation.
She walked to a nearby drug store and from a pay station there telephoned the World Broadcasting studio. It was as she had feared; Jim had not returned. In fact, there was no one in the continuity department.
It was with a heavy heart that Janet returned to the cab. So much depended upon the safeguarding of the script. There was their own radio début for one thing. But that was comparatively minor. More than that was the success of the broadcast which was to arouse public interest in the film which Helen’s father had created. This was what really counted.
When she told Helen and Curt that Jim had not returned to the studio, the cowboy sat silent for a time.
“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” he said. “We may get in trouble, but it’s worth a try.”
Without explaining what he intended to do, he bolted toward the drug store and returned a minute later with an address written on a slip of paper. He gave this to their driver and ordered him to get there with the least possible delay.
“Where are we going?” asked Janet.
“To pay a little call on Director Adolphi.”